“Hey,” he called back, without even so much as looking my direction. He headed straight to the beer cooler. He grabbed a bag of Doritos and approa...hed the counter. He was in his late twenties or early thirties, tall and ruggedly handsome. He say the items on the counter top. I scanned the items and looked at the register.“Twenty-one thirty three,” I said.He fished in his billfold looking for a credit card.“Can you hang on a minute?” he inquired, “I think I left my card in the car.”He darted out. He took another bandanna out of his pocket and tied it around his collar-length brown hair. He liked working outside with its honest sweat and tanning sunshine. Soon after he resumed mowing, the zen monotony of walking back and forth across the grass freed his mind to think of other things. He had balanced his checkbook the night before, and there wasn't much money left from his job in the bursar's office. It certainly wouldn't last for the whole summer. Chuck needed a job.Having finished his. "Shit sis sorry" I said half groaning because it felt so good."That's ok" She said still leaning back against me. "that did feel pretty good actually." She whispered back to me. "yeah it did, I don't want to move." Me neither." She said as her hand started to drift down between her legs. "Can I touch it?" She asked."Umm sure." I said still staring her breasts as she breathed up and down with my hands holding her hips. At this point I noticed that her skirt was bunched up around my stomach from. "Just think about it Martha! You are soon going to get what every woman wants! You are soon going to get the best fuck of your life!"My eyes grow wide. My mouth hangs open. I am in shock. I can't believe the words I have just heard uttered from Susan's mouth. I think I even let out a moan.Susan responds with just a laugh. "Come on Martha, I know you want it! I could tell when you first showed up back at my office. You want Roger to fuck you. You want him to fuck out your brains!"I can't speak..