The Mistress walks down the path towards me. I continue to rake the leaves while watching her hips swaying from side to side as she approaches. She is a shapely woman, that’s for sure. I hope that hopeless husband of hers knows what he has in his bed each night. If she were mine she would get no sleep, for I would seek out her sweet little quim and plant my rod deep inside her all night. She’s close now.
“Henry, how are you? Is it really autumn again? I can’t believe how quickly the summer went.”
“Yes, Ma’am, the leaves are shedding fast. But if we’re lucky we’ll have a few more warm days yet.”
She stops two feet in front of me, putting one h...