No change. I press the primer three times and pull the handle, the mower obediently starts and I adjust the throttle slightly. I trudge along pushing ...he mower slowly in front of me fighting it over the uneven yard stopping occasionally to let it digest a mound of cooch. One side of the yard I mow in rows, the other I mow around in ever shrinking squares just to fend off monotony. I am impatient, I think of Nicky constantly and long to sit down in some cool shade in the park. Sweating and. ” Then I took her head in my hands and started to fuck her mouth, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. She was taking it with no problem, so I made one final thrust and pushed my nine-inch cock down her throat.“Agh!” Diana gagged but didn’t stop me as I held her face to my stomach.I thrust a few times more, then started to shoot off in her throat. The feeling of Diana's tight throat and her smooth head in my hands made me cum so quickly; those and the fact that I was getting a fabulous. She reached back and put her hand on my head, pulling my hair painfully..."Donna!", she said, forming her words perfectly. She patted my head and I went back to the other crack and licked her asscheeks for unusual marks. I could find none but her smooth tight asshole should help greatly when the time came. I lubricated her constricted anus again and put the tip of my tongue dead center and began to push. I met great resistance and could not breach her super tight craphole. This worried me. Karen saw a very timid young woman looking back at her. Her eyes lacked luster, and her face seemed gray and overburdened by the very act of living. "What the hell is happening to me?" She wondered with concern.Almost without thinking, as if by behest, she spun the car around making an ill-legal U-turn in the middle of the street and headed toward Magnesia Springs.After parking the car by the side of the road where it couldn't be easily seen by anyone from the tent, Karen wondered what she was.