“Interesting”, Carl remarked to himself. He swam passed her and to his amazement she was wearing a bikini. The bikini wasn’t holding her breasts...in. In fact her breasts were flowing outside her bikini in full view. Carl was somewhat surprised. He didn’t know whether to tell her or not. He decided against it. They swam passed each other several times. Her tits were out almost beckoning to Carl to come and hold them. “I want her bad”, Carl thought to himself. He reached the end of the pool and. Dammit, while I was ready to fire her, I just couldn't.If Jeannie ever saw a chance before to take over, it was like nothing at all compared to now. She had no trouble just running my life. And for some reason, I was agreeing to everything, even when I hated it. Like my hair. Sure, I had said okay when Raoul wanted me to be a redhead, but that didn't count as far as I was concerned. Not Jeannie, she said I had promised and if I didn't, Raoul would figure I was a lying little bitch and dump me. That’s just how it is.I was already bugging dad about going to the pool, hoping to make a bit of a habit of it when he didn’t have much for me to do. I was told I could have the afternoon to myself if I got the mowing done. This was a farmyard, not a city lawn. It would take hours. Fortunately, he would let me skip the trimmer this time.I helped dad with chores and fueled up the riding mower. It was an old John Deere 110, with about a 40-inch deck. I would be mowing around the house, the. Not only was she a stranger she was old enough to be my grandmother. One thing though she loved cock and was thrashing her small body hard against my thrusting cock. I still hadn't got her name yet either.She was barely five feet and I was well over six feet with an extra large cock that sank into her warm pussy and fitted like a glove. I had to push a bit though to stretch her, for she said she hadn't had a length of cock since before her husband died three years ago. At first I thought she.