Dad said it was better to let them go back into the soil. Without it, they fountained back, spattering against me all the way up to my chest, sometime... my face. They were cool, and stung just a tiny bit when they hit, but it felt good.The grass was cool and moist under my feet. It smelled sweet and fresh. The air touched me all over, and I remembered that night when I was thirteen. It was one of the last time my folks had been together, and they'd gone with Sis to something at her school, and. . and then tasting me...............i knew i was squirting into your mouth xxxxxxxx that is such a turn on ,,,,,,,,,,, but then............ you came up to kiss me........... and as ours lips met I felt a jet of juice shoot into my mouth xxxxxxxxxxxxx my juice xxxxxxxxxxxxx juice i had squirted into you ........ and in turn you squirted it back into me xxxxxxxxxxxxx such an initimate act to share xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx breath taking xxxxxxxxxxxxxx and before i caught my breath you started to fuck. On the way home he forbade me to go back, but for once I dug my heels in and told him that the place was doing me a lot of good and I was going to keep on going. He ranted and raved about it for days, but I would not give in. He took to showing up every day to watch me work out and to make sure that none of the men made any attempt to get friendly with me. All that did was make some of the men take notice of me.Next, he told me that he was going to convert the basement into an exercise room so. Gutters needed cleaned, and a few other details. But what made me smile was when she brought my food to me, saying “And you’ll be rewarded properly this evening for your efforts.”Oh yeah, I knew what she meant by that. And so did my pecker, as it strained against the tight fabric of my jean shorts. So, off to my chores. Mowing was a snap, as I did both yards at once. Worked on the patio door, as the track was out of alignment. Then the gutters. And as I was putting the ladder.