I also think it's pretty specific. There have to be at least ten or twelve blades of actual grass present for an area to be called a lawn. An uneven, ...ough trod collection of dirt, mud and weeds with a dead pickup truck thrown in for decoration is not legally a lawn.When I lived here, I was proud of my lawn. It was watered every other day and cut every weekend. My neighbors and I traded lawn care tips and always tried to one up each other in having the coolest garden equipment. Now the place. "Tess, please stop for now I am quite moist.That's what you were trying for, so yes my pussy wants you. The toy yousent me hasn't left my mind. It's quite stout you know." She smiled andtook my hand and caressed along the front of her beautiful dress. "Youtuck very well, or your clitty is quite small Tess." She smacked my handand kissed me roughly."You can't wait to see my clit can you? You've been lusting after me,huh? Well I'm a bit more stout but also very soft, and very attracted toyou, and. "What is it?" I asked."This my friend is Rophynol, street name of Roofie," he said with a wide smile."Can't say I've hear of it," I said."This is the famous 'date rape drug'," he said, "one drop of this and you can do what ever you want and she won't even remember a thing." Oh," I said staring at the small glass tube and my mind started to spiral out of control."H-have you ever used it?" I asked, my throat suddenly dry."Sure loads of times," he chuckled, "even on Lorrie." What," I gulped, "does. ” Since he knew words, everyone called him by title, even, and most especially, the Mistress-wives of the King who had no title.Hurickia breathed in again, her eyes closing as she did so. The electricity in her crotch was nearly overwhelming. “That fucking bitch! How dare she? Fuck, Prince Carsol, you’re cock’s all crusty,” Hurickia hissed, her voice a mix of derision and lust. Prince Carsol opened his mouth to speak, but Hurickia got there first. “I’d better clean it off, huh? We don’t.