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The lawn boy (bi-sexual threesome story / MMF)

Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Author: pure_lust, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

shorts and a t-shirt, my hair still mussed from sl**p. I stepped to the door and looked through the spyhole, surprised to find James on the other side. I opened the door up. He stood there in old sneakers, some faded blue jeans, and a polo shirt with most of the buttons undone. "Oh hey, Mr. D., geez I hope I'm not disturbing you. Um," he pointed to his mower he'd pushed over from his house, as usual, which now rested on our driveway, "I thought I could get a mow in, the forecast says once it starts raining, it'll go for a few days. And I kinda wanna be studying for exams later in the week. I hope it's okay?" "Um, yeah," I said, a bit surprised and head dazed from the smoke. I then realized my reply was a little dead so I tried to brighten up with a smile. "That's fine, James. Good on you, you're doing a better job than I would with this, you know. Yeah, it's fine, go ahead, we're just watching some movies inside." I looked up at the darkening sky. "I just hope you can get it all in. Um, like always, just knock if you need anything." I closed the door and didn't think too much about it. When I got back to Cheryl I flopped back down on the couch beside her and we resumed the DVD. I said "James is here, he's cutting the grass." "Oh." It wasn't 5 minutes later that a crack of thunder rumbled through the air, even rumbling us inside the house, and at that exact same moment the sound of pelting rain started to drum on the roof. "Damn," I said, "Sounds like it's really opened up." ... Cheryl reached out for the remote and hit the Pause button. "Looks like James isn't going to get the work done." We were silent for a moment. "You should make sure he's okay," she helpfully suggested. "Oh, right," I said, and pushed myself off the couch. To be honest, once I'd sat my ass back down, I'd totally forgotten about James. I guess the weed was hitting me pretty hard too. I slipped on a hat and stepped outside under the eaves trough. It was one of those hard summer rains, bouncing an inch off the surface where it hit pavement. I glanced around and saw James edged in under a small overhang of the roof, his lawnmower beside him, looking out at the rain. "Hey! Get over here!" I yelled out over the din, and waved my hand over. I had him push the mower over too, under the larger roof cover in front of the door. "You don't have a car, do you?" He shook his head. "Well, c'mon inside then." He paused a moment. "C'mon, it'll let up eventually, I don't even want to drive you home in this myself." He stepped in and slipped off his shoes in the entranceway, "Geez, thanks Mr. D." He looked around, and as he did I could hear him noticeably sniffing the air. A smile broke out on his face and he glanced over at me. In mock-seriousness, I wagged a finger at him, "You're not gonna tell anyone, right?" He shook his head. He was mostly dry, but some of the fringes of his shaggy hair were slightly wet from the rain, and his damp shirt clung to his body. "No, it's cool," he said. "It's ...