They claimed to have heard all about me from Ned and someone else they refused to identify. They also claimed to be college dropouts, taking some time...off from their studies to restock their piggybanks. They said it had rained all day on Wednesday and Thursday. That was why they were working on Saturday. I could see they were anxious to start the mowing so I left them to their work.Back in my room I showered and sat down to answer some letters that had arrived.Dear Heather,I'm sorry to hear. You cant touch us, or see us. You presume one of them is me, but you cant be sure can you?!One of us grabs hold of your belt and its undone in seconds, followed by the button and slowly your jeans are lowered. You arent wearing any boxers and so you are stood there, exposing yourself in the fresh outdoors, to a stranger... anyone could walk past. You are hard and breathing heavily, the anticipation is killing you and you then feel two tongues, running up the inside of your thighs, over your. Instinctively lowering my mouth to you I begin sucking you off massaging the shaft within my cleavage as you raise your hips and fuck my titties pushing your generous dick deeper into my valley. By this time I really want you inside of me so I rise and stand over you and boldly swing my leg all the way over the other side of your seat and pull my panties aside as I straddle your stiff dick until my ass rests snugly in your lap. I incline my head to suck your warm neck finally getting to kiss. You were impaled on two cocks. We were aroused but wanted to wait for this evening. I asked you what you were expecting this evening. You said, "If I could, I'd fuck them all." I smiled and said, "Well, that would be a lot of fucking." We walked to the yacht club. You were wearing denim short shorts with threadbare cutouts on your ass and near your mound. For a top, you wore a gossamer halter with a plunging neckline. As usual, you wore no underwear. I had on a pair of denim cutoffs and a very.