Journal mao che minh's Journal: Sunday morning 1
The sound of the landscapers working on the lawn awoke me. I could tell it was still very early, because my alarm hadn't even gone off yet. The thin beams of light peircing the blinds fell blue against the floor. I slowly forced my grogy-body into a sitting position, leaned back against the wall, and split the blinds apart to get a good look at the weather.
It was then that I saw her. Mexican, obviously, like the rest of the landscapers. Unlike her heavy drinking and rarely-bathing coworkers, she was young, clean, and hot. Her shiny black hair gracefully hung between her shoulder blades. As she spun around with the hedge trimmer her large, firm breasts bounced slightly at first and then more rapidly beneath her skin tight tank-top. Her worn, non-descript jeans were filled full of muscular, trim woman.
It was then that my girlfriend bust into the room to suprise me. She thought that the raging wood-rod was for her. Heh.
+5, Funny (Score:2)