Four times, get it?) who mows my lawn in the summer was doing so on a really hot day last August. He had his shirt off as he did so, and I was ten tim...s hotter than the actual temperature as I watched him. Furiously fingering myself, I would have gotten off if it hadn’t been for the barking of Snoopy, the stupid fucking dog he brings everywhere. (Christ, it’s not even a beagle, it’s a german shepard!) Anyway, I realized that masturbating just wasn’t gonna do it for me: I had to have Ricky’s. "You think it's safe? I mean there may be animals inside." I don't think so, animals would probably be long gone by now. Hand me the flashlight and I'll check it out."An hour later the three of there were safely ensconced inside the cave and out of the rain. James had built a small fire and he and Robert had moved all their equipment inside for protection from the storm. The inside of the cave was about twenty feet deep and fifteen feet wide, a perfect place to wait out the storm."Robert?". He and his girlfriend had maintained separate financial affairs, sharing payment of expenses rather than using a joint bank account. Thanks to his parents’ estate and his decent salary, Chris solely owned the condo. They hadn’t been together long enough to have any legal implications so their split was complete immediately. Ann had called him the next day and arranged to come over with ‘the ex’ to remove her stuff. When that was done, Chris listed the condo for sale with the remaining. Had they heard right? Had she actually said she wanted to be humiliated and generally treated like a slut? It wasn't until Rachel lost her nerve, slowly hoisting up her panties and pants that the trio was dragged out of their daydreams of playing with her, she was blushing like a tomato now and when she spoke she stuttered and her tongue wasn't behaving like it should."I'm so sorry for messing up your party, Sarah! I'll just leave and please don't tell any one!" She took three steps before.