Dressed in my bikini, high heels and sunhat, I’m musing over whether it’s enough of a show-stopping outfit to wear at my forthcoming pool party. I look hot, obviously, but do I look EFFORTLESS? Eventually, I conclude that I look fantastic, and sit down to start working on my invitation list. But what’s that noise? Is it Mr Pringle, the gardener? I’ll tell him to pipe down! But when I look out of the window, it’s NOT Mr Pringle! Quite the opposite – this must be the new, young gardener. And he is HOT! Good God! Almost without realising, I start masturbating as I watch him work. Eventually, he turns around and spots me but I’m not embarrassed, not at all! I invite him in. Because I know what young, virile, muscular men want, and I mean to give it to him…
