‘Did he tell you that he used to cut his own grass?’ ‘Nooo, he did not…’ Marlene shrieked. ‘How in the world did he do that?’ ‘He woul... line the lawn mower up at the edge of the sidewalk, walk straight up, then walk backwards to the sidewalk. He would move the mower over, line the wheels against the edge of the grass, and repeat the same thing. He worked his way across the lawn, bending over and checking the grass to make sure that he didn’t miss anything before he continued. It was quite a. However, after I hired a private detective to follow you, I found out about your C/D adventures and guessed that what you really needed was to be fucked by a real man! The funny thing is that both you and your wife needed the same thing!" Both Anne and Master Tim laughed at his crude joke."But I thought she was just losing interest in sex?" Maybe she had lost interest in sex with a sissy-wimp like you, Donna, but, I assure you, not with a real Man!" Master Tim clucked gloatingly."Or a real. The liquid flowed more copiously. Finally, my mid finger was as deep as it could go, feeling waves of compression. Then, I placed it so that it would press up against her clitoris, and put my thumb on that clitoris, and began gently rubbing both against each other.Amelia sighed, and her breathing quickened. Her body began to shiver, but this time it was not in fear. Suddenly, she broke out into the first orgasm given to her by a man, me. Her back stiffened. Her body jerked. I could see that. Right after she made those pictures for him, too.”I felt my heart squeeze in sadness. She was so excited about those.“Damn. I forgot about that. I guess somehow she knew this was coming, though.”“Maybe,” Heather murmured. “There was something she was worried about.”“That must have been the worst feeling, to walk in on him with someone else.”“Yeah. I can’t imagine what that would feel like.”“All right, I’m clean enough. You ready?”We hurried to dress in our fresh clothes. Out in the family room,.