We bought our 1st new house in July, there was zero landscaping, so my wife took it upon herself to get the gardens in front done first, even if it killed me. She made numerous trips to the garden center, so in the July heat we were out there digging, planting and mulching. My wife is a perky B cup and due to the heat, she never wore a bra while we were working. The widower across the street, old Mr. Walker, had a beautiful garden, and he was over everyday giving pointers, of course my wife was giving him pointers too, in the form of her nipples poking through her wet t-shirt.
If she was bending over to plant something, he was there to show her how deep to dig while looking down her open neckline. It was a win-win-win, he got a cheap thrill, she liked his attention, and I liked him perving over her. About 5 years later I got transferred due to a promotion, so the house was up for sale. One night my wife was outside taking the dog for a walk and Mr. Walker came over, he told her how much he was going to miss us as neighbors then he grabbed her, held her tight an gave her a long wet kiss. She was stunned and he said "I've been wanting to do that since the day you moved in."
I guess those titties drove him to it.
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