.for me. I took a quick swig and turned back to the work at hand.Her shadow let me know she was just inches from my shoulder. I turned to look up to...find her crotch shading my face from the sun. She bent down towards me, her boobs overflowing from the bikini top.“Anything I can help you with Mr. Hill?”“Umm...any place you find weeds is a good place to start”, and pointed towards the tools.“Yeah, I’m guessing we don’t want it too bushy, right?”She reached over to grab a tool, stretching to. His hands were rubbing up and down my back, sliding their way down to my ass. I could now feel the cum running down my legs. He started really grinding into me and this time I responded back to him by slowing grinding back into him. He looked at me and told me that's my baby boo, you want this dick don't you. In a slow gaspy voice I say yes I do, and he say well boo you are about to get it real soon, but not right now, I got something else for you. I was so excited I just couldn't hide it. Eventually, they come to a harmonious understanding that they needed some time alone. The story carries on henceforth.One can precisely assume that the way their moves synchronized sensually on the dance floor meant a great deal of eroticism and sexual mischievousness. Needless to say, their eyes silently spoke for themselves that they desperately needed to be alone with each other regardless of time or place. Their coupling on the dance floor had already ignited the passionate sexual beasts. .. F-Freddy... whatever the hell your name is... ," See, I'm not proud of that, but it often happens to the brain when the chemicals go haywire. "... have you ever thought of therapy?" I continued, intending to stall him.He stood there, with mask and knife, looking at me as though I were out of my mind. I calmed my nerves and spoke softer, more rational, but he wasn't hearing me. It seemed to make him even angrier and he stalked toward me.Again, I couldn't think rationally and before I knew it,.