It’s no secret that Ms. Robertson is the horny forty-five year old who lives across the street. There have been rumors about her for as long as I can remember. A friend told me that she tried to seduce him one time when he was her pool boy for the summer. I thought he was just exaggerating. I mean, I know she’s a hot milf and all, but I really wasn’t sure whether she’d really try to do it with a younger guy.I guess the rumors are true, though. Because for the last few weeks, she’s had me doing all sorts of odd jobs for her. The funny thing is she likes for me to work without wearing a shirt. At first she said it was because she didn’t want me to have a heat stroke, but I quickly began to realize there was more to it. She loves to watch me work. And she’s always got a smile on her face.For the most part, that’s all I thought would ever happen. I mean, you can’t blame a hot milf for wanting to get a peek at a hot body. And I don’t mean to brag, but I’m in pretty good shape. Turns out she’s been seducing me this entire time and I didn’t even know it . . . wearing skimpy clothes and prancing around the yard lot she’s on fire.So when she gives me a call and asks me to stop by one night after work, I’m not too surprised. Sure, I’ve never really been with a real woman, not a woman like her anyways, but when she asks me to come over to her house, I know for certain that I sure am willing to try, at least once. I had no idea how horny Ms. Robertson was. And I had no idea the things she was going to do to me once I showed up.