.. It was a tennis skirt, so short, riding up her thigh as she worked, her hips wiggling, the skirt swaying, hinting at the possibility they could rid... up farther and flash her pussy at me.It was torture.I was so damned hard.I yanked on the lawnmower's starter twice before it coughed to life. The roar drowned out their current bickering. I sighed in relief, pushing it forward. It mowed through the grass of our large backyard as I walked forward, passing the house as I mowed the first leg. I. Finally, I was able to grab hold of the truck and pull myself up.Looking around I could see I was in the parking lot of an office complex. I was under a light pole and could see myself reflected in the window of the truck. There was no way to make light of it — I looked like shit! My shirt was seriously torn, and I had a couple of rips in my almost new black jeans. I always traveled with a large bottle of water and used most of it to drink and clean up as best I could. I hurt all over, with. "Would you like anything to drink?" "No thank you" Linda said without hesitation and added as an after thought "I brought my own" "And how about you sir?" I am not sure how but I managed to but I croaked out "I good thanks" andadded to myself "really good". As soon as the coast was clear Linda started stroking me again after a couple of minutes I didn't care if anyone could see what we were doing, the feeling her hand was giving me was just to good. Then Linda stopped, again, looked me in the. I was so surprised I hadn't moved before shot number two scoredanother direct hit. Then I wrapped my mouth around her cunt and tookseveral more hits, directly down my throat. After she had laid back andwas regaining her composure I tongue cleaned her inner thighs and pussy.I was just about to set back and enjoy coming back to earth when a loud,"Well, hello ladies," echoed from the hall. Then the master of the castleappeared in the door. Master Martin was attired much like his wife. Hispure.