Now as I say the garden is not my place to play, my garage/shop is. I love working with wood and have built several pieces of furniture, the house we live in and many other things. Currently I've been getting into woodcarvings, horses, cowboys, hippies; I even built an angel. I was lining out my next project, a nude lady inspired by my busty wife, when the phone rang.
"I see the crops come in!" was the answer after my hello, Bill was a friendly guy who had retired a couple years ago and moved in next door. He seemed to have done well for himself, including a wife about 15 or 20 years his junior; Wanda could almost be Karen's older sister. She is about 45, with mid length blonde hair, built well, with I would guess a 38-inch bust, and she's a bit smaller than Karen is, but equally attractive. "Mamma says you got to come to dinner since you supplied most of it."
"OK old man, but I'm working in the shop just give me a holler, and I'll be right over. Or better yet come over and we'll grab a beer." I hung up the phone and went to the fridge; I kept it stocked with several brands of beer, some micro brews, domestic and a few imports. I grabbed a Bud and popped the top, and went back to cutting out the rough draft of my wooden lady. When I finished with the power saw and was sweating, it has been a long hot summer, and the garage was a bit cooler than outside but still. I sucked on my beer and grabbed a rasp and started peeling the wood down and rounding it off.
As I polished off my beer I heard "you ready for another one?" I turned to see Wanda standing at the fridge, with a beer in each hand, dressed in a denim bib overall dress, you know one of those with the straps. She appeared to be wearing little or nothing else, but then as I said it was hot outside. In order to hand me the cold sweating beer she leaned over farther than she had to showing ample cleavage, and leaving know doubt there was nothing extra covering her milky white breasts. Her tan lines were a vivid contrast from a smooth tan to dazzling white, the bikini she had worn for this tan was small, leaving a stripe over each shoulder, and the top of a white triangle just peeking out over the rough denim and her nipples were barely covered. In fact the straps on the dress looked as though the would bust open at any moment, she smiled as I took the beer, "Karen said you'd like em." I swallowed hard, and tried to sound cool as I stammered to her "T-they la look ga ga good from here" taking another hard drink from my beer.
