In Florida it seemed that of the fifty or so customers I had each day I was always mowing grass. The St. Augustine grew as if it were on steroid. It w...s good exercise too. That Monday morning my first stop and only stop for the first time since the summer began was the Wilson home. The Wilsons had the standard patch of grass as I liked to call it. They had a patch out front and a little in the back besides the pool area. The house was the typical stucco painted peach like many of the other. I couldn't help myself as I started to hump and grind his finger, and he inserted a second one."Oh, fuck. Don't stop, you feel so good." I don't plan on it, sweet baby girl."He rolled me back to my back and got up. He ripped my shorts and thong off in one quick motion. He spread my legs apart. He buried himself into my cunt, his tongue spreading my lips apart. He licked up and down the slit several times, then reinserted his two beefy, strong fingers inside my love canal again.I grabbed the. I was surprised to see that the girls themselves meted out the corporal punishment. The whole exercise left me a little saddened as I reflected upon the academy. It seemed worse with this unnecessary bit of malice by the girls to each other. I though back to the times when we 'girls' had enjoyed each other's mutual comfort and support in the face of the adversity of the mistresses and their domination. I considered the exercise to be a backward step and mentioned it to Margaret over a cup of. We did the Fourth of July again in the back yard, with Mary this time and had equally satisfactory results. Fireworks to the Northeast, East, Southeast, and on our backyard furniture. We had to be a little careful with Amanda, but other than that, a good, orgasmic time was had by all, with frequent dips to cool down and clean off. I was super thankful for the fancy cleaning system Holly had the contractors put on the pool. There was more cum in the micro filters than we could imagine, I’m sure..