Builder Begs for My Bucket & More

I was home alone, hubby out on a business trip, and these builders were tearing up our backyard patio all week. Sweat everywhere, hammers banging, that dusty concrete smell hanging in the air. I’m 27, you know? Curvy, long dark hair, always in these tiny shorts when it’s hot like this. Today, this one guy—tall, … Lire la suite