The Hot Wife and the Black Gardeners Part 1

...James turned the Mercedes around. He honestly didn't know what he'd do without her. Karen not only kept giving him reminders that his anniversary was coming up, but she'd even bought his gift for Betsy.

He'd forgotten about the black gardeners until he saw the van in his driveway. Need to warn Betsy the black landscapers are here, he thought. Maybe, he'd just pay them and send them home for the day. The yard could survive a week without them. He wondered if the HARD-ON was still in his system. James walked around the side of his house, looking for Mike or his son. Betsy was going to be pissed if they caught her in that little bikini. The Parksons weren't outside the fence. James stepped up and peeked through the wood slats. What the? He thought stunned by what he was seeing.

Betsy was still laying on her stomach, arms crossed under her head. Mike's son was kneeling behind her, squirting tanning lotion into his hand. He was shirtless and had the skullcap on his head. Mike was standing beside his son, grinning. Tyrone squirted some oil directly on her back and bare ass cheeks.

Note : All characters in this story are above 18 years of age.

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