Lusty Road Trip with Ginny
Sweating heavily as I mowed the lawn on a steamy summer morning, my mind strayed to the coming week when my wife Ginny and I were vacationing with close friends at a mountain lake cabin about a six hour drive west. I was about 20 minutes short of completing the lawn when Ginny came out with cold water for me. I stopped and watched her approached smiling as her breasts swayed freely beneath her thin summer shirt and her tanned bare legs converged beneath the snug shorts. The sight quickly diverted my attention from the chores at hand. We stepped under the shade of a nearby tree while I greedily gulped down the water. Ginny slipped a hand underneath my sweat soaked shirt and slid her fingers gently over my wet bare chest. “I’ve been …