Even more exciting than down in the darkroom." He seated her on the stone ledge running around the roof so that her ass dangled out over a three story...drop. She clutched wildly at the edge of the roof."Don't, Ted. I'm scared of heights!" "You haven't even seen the heights yet!" He unzipped his pants and let his newly reborn prick snap to attention in front of his groin. In the moonlight, it looked like a wand of silver topped with a gleaming purplish knob."Now that's the kind of height I like!". She was easily a EEE or larger. This was what I enjoyed most about this job. After I was through mowing she invited me in. I had to remove my tennis shoes and socks. We walked back to the back of the house to the kitchen. I drank a Dr. Pepper while she fished in her purse bent over the table. Those massive tits swaying threatening to fallout. Finally she found her money and straightened up. She came over to me to hand me the money. My shorts showed my hard cock. She smiled and asked. A few neighbors were horrified by the display of skin but it wasn’t against the law. Some others were open minded and even brought their families for cookouts and parties. While their kids were shown how to make the plants grow better, nothing sexual was ever broached.Girlfriend needed some help with the house and kids as her belly grew. The universe came to the rescue. A great-granddaughter (GGD) of Grandpa’s was pregnant at 16. Her parents were pro-life activists and loud proclaimers of. ..BEFORE I experimented with the ultimate sex drug, Crack Cocain. I quickly found myself willingly taking unprecidented 'risks' in multable attempts to satisfy my overwhelming desire and quite possibly a sub primal need to explore and experience various forms of sexual domination and humiliation. This has resulted in what has become an overwhelming desire and need to talk about my feelings...with someone who could understand....who has been there. I eventually met up with a common crack whore.