Mrs. Anderson working in the yard (a MILF/cougar path)

Glancing out the window, you see Mrs. Anderson struggling to pull a bag of mulch to her backyard. It looks like she's having a tough time so you figure you'll be a nice neighbor and decide to help her out. You slide on your sandals and head out the back door.

Your backyards are very different from each other's. While yours is mostly lawn, Mrs. Anderson has worked over the years to landscape hers into her own little sanctuary. She's never worked, so she spends a lot of her time weeding, planting flowers and shrubs, mulching flower beds, and caring for her yard. Jogging over to her, you offer your help.

"Looks like you could use some help Mrs. Anderson. Let me take that." you say, taking the bag of mulch from her and lifting it over your shoulder. She shows you where she wants you to lay it down, then you run to grab the last several bags from her car.

"Oh, thank you so much David" she tells you, pulling you in for a hug and squishing her ample chest against you. "And what have I told you about calling me Mrs. Anderson? Call me Sharon now, Mrs. Anderson makes me feel so old. Just because I am old enough to be your mother, doesn't mean I want to feel that way." she says before playfully slapping you on the arm.

"OK Sharon, it's just a hard habit to break. Where's Mr. Anderson anyway? Why wasn't he helping you out with this?" you ask her.

"Oh, he's on a golf outing with his buddies. That's fine with me though, it keeps him out of my hair." she replies, moving a strand of hair behind her ear. "You saved me a lot of work, why don't you come inside and I can get you a glass of water."

"It wasn't any trouble, Sharon. I don't want to take up your time. I'm sure you've got a ton of work you want to get done."

"Nonsense. C'mon inside. It's been a while since we've talked, anyway. I want to get caught up with you."