.. think I know what we can do though, Johnson." She stood up, a perfect Venus to his Adonis, the sunlight creating a pattern of shadows across her bo...y that Johnson would remember to his dying day. Her jutting breasts led to a flat tummy and a small, golden triangle of hair at the V of her legs. She stepped towards him, pressing her breasts to his chest, loving the feel of his skin on hers. As his arms came up to draw her to him and again press her into his bed of hay, she slid down his chest. The bikini was white. Needless to say, when she’d mow the front yard she caused passing traffic to slow down.Kelly always mowed the front yard first. Our yard wasn’t a field, but we were in the township and had a little bit of land. Plus, Kelly drove the tractor in second gear, so that added a little time. The front usually took her about an hour.Kelly had noticed that usually a few minutes into the job when she was still making passes near the road, that our neighbor Frank would walk his dog. I jumped, startled by the sound of his voice. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw that he was holding a wrinkled men's dress shirt. Just then I remembered he was going to a funeral the following day. None of the rest of us had to go because we didn't know the guy, an old Reservist buddy of my dad's who'd been killed in some kind of boating accident. "Sorry, yeah, I'm just waiting for the iron to heat up," I said. Remembering that he was clueless about such things I added, "If you want,. ’ Robert let her know that he had nothing at all to drink in his room, and offered to go get a couple of Cokes from the vending machine area. She quickly took him up on his offer, although she preferred a 7-Up or similar drink if it was available. Robert was quickly back with two cans of 7-Up and a bucket of ice. After she’d taken the first sip from her glass, she said, ‘I guess I should just explain to you the whole story of why I’m like I am. Maybe after you hear all of it you won’t be so.