I could be me there. Without people, phones, or any other sort of disturbance. Those were the lazy days of summer, spring, and fall. Mowing was anoth...r of my favorite summertime activities. Out there for a good six hours with nothing more than the sun and the hum of the mower. That was also a time to reflect on life. I planned, I laughed, and I worried while I bounced along the uneven ground. If the weather was bad, or if it was just too hot to be comfortable outside, I’d spend the day. ‘Why does this feel so right?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he offered, ‘But it does.’ They were silent as she continued to explore his body, her hands finding every part of him, kneading…caressing….needing. As she felt his body relax she crawled off of him and lifting his arm helped him roll to his back. ‘You’re clay, and I’m the sculptor,’ she whispered. ‘Stay where I put you and don’t move.’ She positioned his arms so they were straight out from his body. She gently spread his legs slightly apart.. ’ This line of conversation was really making her upset so I laid off any more details like that. The anger that replaced it was a lot better in the long run, anyway, I thought. Stan and Dina excused themselves to ‘go lie down for a while’ and that made us all grin. Nothing like listening to someone else get laid to work up the old juices. Sue also excused herself to take a walk outside. ‘That lobbyist, Price, was out here this morning,’ Ted said. I nodded as I finished chewing. ‘I heard.. She has now started sweating. I could see a sign of fear on her face. I again tried to insert my manhood inside her but failed again. I was surprised to find how a matured woman can have such a tight pussy. She didn’t give me the third chance and tried to push me away. She again and again said to me, leave me, your dick is so thick that I may die.” now I held her more tightly. I always wanted to fuck a mature lady. I didn’t want to miss that chance. I said to her, “don’t worry aunty. I will do.