A fall afternoon behind the bushes
The blower was being operated by a young Hispanic man with whom I had had an encounter during the early part of summer. I had been doing some gardening work in the upper part of my large yard behind the barn and thought that I was alone. Above my property was a townhouse development that had fallen into foreclosure and was vacant. While crawling around shirtless and in loose work jeans the jeans slipped down over my hips exposing my ass and it felt good having the sun on my body so I...