My Wife And The Black Gardeners
© Copyright 1999 Revised 8/2003 "I don't like being around those people," said my wife, Jenny, looking out the window at our two black gardeners mowing the lawn. Jenny was wearing a short terry cloth robe and her curly brown hair was tousled prettily. I ran my eyes from her lean legs, up to her large breasts barely contained by her robe. My wife had just turned 30 which was 25 years my junior and she still had the figure of a girl ten years younger. She didn't work and we didn't...