My mower glided across the lawn in less than an hour. As I approached the second house my enthusiasm took a dive at the sight of a huge lawn. I rang... the doorbell but there was no answer. I rang the bell again and a nice looking woman around 30 opened the door. “Hi. I’m Mrs. Thompson. You must be my lawn mover.” She was a short blonde wearing shorts. Her long tanned legs supported a very nice looking body. Her long Blonde hair hung down her back. Her breasts I now realize were about 34. Hmmm."I have come to trade," I reply. I am startled that I am speaking in their language."We not have many things trade; we talk." Wow! They really do have a limited vocabulary. I feel like I'm talking to a three-year-old child, yet he seems to understand me quite well."I have brought a gift for supper." I hold out the bird to him, and he accepts it."Dogs good food?" he asks, pointing to Jake and Misty. He gestures excitedly, and I understand that he thinks I brought them to give as another. Waters naturally turns on the tv. She comes across the videos. She watches. And Watches. And gets obviously hot. She rewinds to see the "made" date and when she knows it was before her she settles in. She loves the face fucking. As she rubs her own clit watching the same video I did - she talks to the whore. Tells her she is good for nothing but her cunt and swallowing jizz. This mild mannered woman was getting dirty. I loved it. She admits later while they are in the kitchen she saw the. Tonight the pain and memories would besilenced for all time.October 31st, 4:45pmBethal Estate, kitchen, 3 miles south of Aspen, COPhillip was not having a good day. It started with the retarded maidrefusing to give him his morning blowjob. Then being reprimanded forit, including the loss of a week's pay. Now, he had Barb Timmons'catering crew taking over his domain. He at least got to work on themain course, the prime rib slabs weren't labor intensive, however, andonce they were in the.