Monica felt like a rag doll and loved every minute of it. Never before had she felt like this with any other man, and she didn't want it to stop.Sweat...covered her body and her breaths came in gasps. Monica felt like she was running a marathon as she seemed to climax without end against this seemingly tireless machine of a man.With a loud growl she felt him cum inside her spurting his great load. Monica whimpered as she sensed that the experience was over and this strange man would leave. This was wonderful!I was a little shocked with I heard a spitting sound and felt wetness on my ass crack. I looked over my shoulder just as Randy was using his finger to wipe spit on “MY ASSHOLE”. Before I could say or do anything, Gracie put her mouth right up against my ear and said “I never ask you for anything...please do this for me”. I turned my head back towards her face to see a loving smile. I then felt Randy wet finger rubbing my asshole.While she spread my ass cheeks a little more. And one or two of our neighbors are always asking to do the grass exchange.Before you get ideas about wacky tobacky in your mind, I'm talking about the practice of cutting each other's grass during vacations. You know ... I cut their grass while they're away and they cut mine, when they get back. The homeowners association in our area is extreme about cutting the grass, and in the summer months, with the humid conditions and high temps, the grass grows a lot.But today, I find myself enjoying. She's wearing a tiny barley there black thong. She turns around to look at her ass in the mirror, giving me a good view of her smooth, tiny pert cheeks as she does. She's peering round appreciating her lovely ass as I do the same. She reaches round, grabbing both cheeks with her hands and pulls them apart. She smiles and giggles. What the fuck is she doing? She's slipping out of her thong now and turning back around the opposite way from before to face the mirror, giving me full view of her.