" I said and clinked his glass."Bottoms up." he said.We both took a sip from our drink.But I drank it all down in one."Hey, you just came from the bat...hroom!" he said as he gently smacked me on my white tank top.My nipple instantly hardened, the flame of the gentle smack re-igniting my thirst for sex.But then I began to sweat profusely. "What's wrong, buddy?" Steven asked me. "I... I don't feel so good." "How about we go outside?" he suggested."Okay." I nodded.His arm around me, we walked toward. You could cut yourself on a broken bottle, or an old washing machine. Who knows what sorts of things are down there, now.”“Why do they do that, Mom?”Sighing, she stooped down to hug him. “I don’t know, Daniel. Some people just don’t care. They dump their things there, because Mr. Johanson is too old to watch out for them. If they take them to the dump, they have to pay. It doesn’t cost them anything to throw things over the hill, so they end up in the woods at the bottom.”“Somebody should make. " Well then, it might be hard for you to understand. Let me call my girl out so you can see." He raised his voice a bit. "Pearl, get out here girl, right now."A slender light complexioned black girl walked into the living room. She still had on her school clothes. She wore a loose fitting white blouse with a small tie at the neck. The uniform skirt for her school was red and green plaid. The hem of the skirt stopped a good six inches from the teenager's knees. Quite the pretty girl, Joe though. “Go out into the garden,” you say with a wicked grin, “entirely naked. Then kneel in the centre of the lawn in your presenting position. Wait for me.” I do as you ask. The wind and rain lash at my naked body as soon as I open the back door and make my way out. The ground is muddy and wet beneath my bare feet and the sky is dark and overcast. I settle onto my knees in the lush green grass, looking back to the house. I lean back, my thighs spread so that my stiff erect cock is on display, my.