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Reminder: I've slightly changed the mom/family info headers. (Mom's name is now listed first.)
(Bucket-List Progress: Week 20 - 44/104 = 42.31%)
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~~~ Week 20 - Saturday ~~~
We got up around our usual time, showered, and dressed. We stopped and picked up Alissa.
"Thanks for volunteering to help, Honeybunch," Emily told her.
"We're a team, aren't we?" Alissa asked, smiling. "Maggie says she'll be along later. She said we can relax in the hot tub when we're done."
"Too bad I didn't pack a swimsuit," I teased.
"Guess you'll just have to skinny dip," she said, grinning, leaning over to kiss my cheek.
I pinched the side of her butt-cheek and she gasped like she was offended.
"Sexual harassment!" she complained to my fiancée - who had just slid back onto the seat.
Emily laughed and hugged her from the other side.
We drove past the Kruger house. The For Sale sign was still in the yard - with a red "Open House" placard hanging from the bottom.
"Any news from the realtor?" Alissa asked Emily.
"One potential buyer," she replied. "She's hoping this weekend's open house will add a couple more and speed things up."
"That's the house you grew up in?"
"Yeah," Emily answered. "Sam asked me if I was interested in making an offer. I'm just kind of done with that part of my life though."
Alissa hugged her shoulder.
"I understand," she said.
We rode a couple more minutes in silence.
"Your mom is wicked naughty," Alissa whispered to her.
Emily shot a look at me.
"She wasn't that way with dad," my fiancée told the blonde. "Fatdick, over there, has convinced her that she's my older sister and not my mother. I refuse to complain though. My mother has smiled more in the last few months than I think she did the entire time I was growing up."
Alissa reached over and squeezed my knee.
"Sexual harassment!" I complained.
"Oh, shut up ...," she laughed.
I pulled her against me for a quick hug.
We got to Mom's house and I parked in front and we all piled out.
Mr. Reynolds pulled up a minute later. We began grabbing shrubs and flats of flowers from the bed of his truck.
"Thanks for bringing these over," I told him. "You know you didn't have to come help ..."
"Nonsense," he said. "It was a good excuse to meet your mom."
He threw a bag of potting soil over each shoulder and followed me to the front of the house.
Mom and Lena came out to greet us.
"Mom, this is Ron Reynolds, my boss," I told her.
"Thanks for giving Sam a job," she said, shaking his hand.
"He's a terrific worker, ma'am," Ron answered. "I can give him a task and walk away and know that it'll be done - and done right - when I get back."
"This is Lena," I told him. "Emily's mother."
"I want to tell you," he said, taking her hand, "I had my doubts when this young man introduced your daughter to me as his girlfriend and asked me to give her a job - but I'm not sure that she doesn't work harder than him."
"You're very sweet," Lena told him. "Thanks for coming to help work on Chrissy's yard. She's a blessing and it's good to see others showing her a little appreciation."
Ron laughed and said, "Then I guess I'd better quit jaw-jackin' and check in with your daughter to see what I'm supposed to be doing ..."
Mom and Lena laughed.
Emily had her sketches in-hand and was directing the placement of the supplies. I left Alissa and Ron with her and hurried back to the truck to grab the tools that we'd need. I brought them over, handed them off, and went back for another round.
Maggie arrived and helped me carry part of the load. Mr. Reynolds smiled at her when she walked up.
"How's that hot tub?" he asked.
"Fine," she said, smirking. "I suppose you want to come try it out ..."
"We could have a little team-building session ...," he suggested with a grin.
"Since you didn't bill me for the kids' time or any of the equipment they used ... I could probably be convinced to have you over for dinner or something ...," she said, laughing. "I might even let you cum in my ass."
"Not your pussy?" he asked.
"That belongs to Sam," she replied, winking at me.
He gave a dramatic sigh and said, "I suppose I'll just have to be satisfied with a home-cooked meal and then bending you over the side of this hot tub to flood your backside with a couple loads of high-quality splooge."
Mom and Lena - who both had gardening gloves on - and were taking directions from Emily - watched (and listened) to their verbal by-play with more than a little interest.
Mr. Reynolds didn't even acknowledge the fact that Maggie had just said - out loud - that her pussy belonged to me. Maybe he figured that - if she was confident enough to say it in front of my mom - then she already knew about our extra-curricular activities.
Within a couple hours, we were finished with all of the updates that my little Tinkerbell had dreamed up for Mom's front-yard facelift. We stood about halfway between the house and the street and looked over our work. Mom wrapped my fiancée in a hug.
"It looks amazing, Emily," she cooed. "I can't thank you enough for this."
Mom went around to every person that helped and gave them hugs as well, thanking them for their assistance. I was a little nervous when she hugged my boss but he behaved himself. I was her last stop. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheek.
"Thanks, Sam," she said. "I love you. Spoil her for me, okay?"
"I will, Mom," I promised.
She gave me another squeeze and then I helped Alissa and Mr. Reynolds grab the tools to carry them back to the truck.
"Thanks again for helping," I told him, offering my hand.
"No problem," he said, shaking it. "Maggie's probably already told you - but we have more and more jobs coming in. I don't even have to scout for them now. You may need to keep an eye out for more help if this continues."
"Sounds good," I replied.
He hopped in his truck and headed off. Alissa wrapped her arms around me as we waited for Emily.
"What's this about?" I asked with a grin.
"You ...," she said, smirking. "You're like the glue that holds all of this together. You make it look effortless."
I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a squeeze.
