The Grass Ain't Always Greener...

'Oh, my God,' I thought to myself. 'Thank you Jesus for filling my day with her perfect, twin full moons.'

Just the width of a hedge away, her big tits and erect nipples were so close to my horny hands that I could reach out and touch them, feel them, fondle them, and caress them. I so wanted to feel her phony tits. I so wanted to take them in my mouth and suck her big, perfect nipples. I so wanted to know if I could tell the difference between real breasts or implanted ones but, she's my customer's wife and if word got around that I was disrespectful by ogling someone's wife, I'd be out of business.

"Hi Christopher. I made some lemonade. It's in the house," she said. "It's freshly squeezed," she said filling my mind with the image of squeezing her big balloons. "After you're finished working, Paul would like you to come inside. He'd like to talk to you. Help yourself to the lemonade."

"Yeah, sure. I'll only be a few more minutes," I said losing my train of thought when I saw her big, double D tits.

With her tits too big for her shapely body, even though she's tall, 5'9" without heels and 6' with heels, her breasts are nice nonetheless. I've seen silicone breasts before and some of them looked to round, too much like implanted basketballs. Except for the size of them, her breasts looked real. They looked natural. Those perfect, surgically enhanced breasts must have cost her husband a small fortune.

Just as I love seeing her topless and just as I dream of her tits while sexually fantasizing over her, especially now that she was standing so very close to me, I love seeing her wearing a tight top. So shapely, she looks fabulous in tight clothes. I've seen her dressed to go out somewhere with her husband and she looks just as unbelievable in a long gown with her hair up as she does in a short skirt with her hair down. Just as some cars look fast when they're parked, she'd look fabulous wearing a green, plastic trash bag.