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“Deal.” Dennis said laughing. Chelsea picked up Dennis’ rake for him and made to hand it to him. “On your mark, get set, go!” She said and threw his rake over the rock wall and into his yard. “You mother fucker!” Dennis laughed as he ran to retrieve his rake while Chelsea got started on her corner feverishly. By the time Dennis got back she had already cleared a decent patch. Dennis set to work quickly and after a few minutes he had caught up to Chelsea. Trying to be discrete Chelsea shuffled a rake full or two of leaves over onto Dennis’ side. Dennis saw her doing it out of the corner of his eye, because try as she might, she wasn’t very subtle. He ran over to the invisible line that divided their two quarters. Chelsea retreated as he ran over and she began to rake her own side again, pretending to be innocent. Dennis, wasn’t sure what he should do, so he pulled out his dick. Chelsea watched with rapt interest as Dennis stood there for a few seconds before a stream of piss began to flow out of his dick and splatter across the leaves on her side. “You mother fucker!” Chelsea yelled, smiling and running toward Dennis with her rake raised over her head. Instinctually Dennis wheeled toward her and as she ran at him, he sprayed her pant legs with piss. She paused, looking down at her pant legs and allowing a shudder of delight to pass through her body, before turning to stare at Dennis. Dennis was caught between being genuinely horrified that he had just indian pissed on his neighbor and finding it absolutely hilarious that he had just pissed on his neighbor. His dick was now pointed at the ground, still pissing. “You mother fucker.” Chelsea said shaking her head. Then she charged again, this time not stopping when Dennis put his dick up to defend himself. Her jeans got splattered with his piss as she jumped on top of him, bringing him to the ground on his back, with her sitting on top, straddling his crotch. She couldn’t believe how wet this act had made her until she realized that the warm moisture she was feeling was not because of her excited pussy at all. She was sitting on top of Dennis’ dick and he was still pissing. Dennis’ hard dick gave him very little control over where his stream was flowing. In the same way that Chelsea could feel his liquid warming between her legs, Dennis felt his stomach and shirt being doused. Chelsea reached down and pulled Dennis’s boxers up so that he was peeing into those instead. Although the crotch of her jeans was pressed so tightly against his dick that he was still warming her while the piss ran down his own hips and soaked his ass. Chelsea put her hands on cumshot Dennis’ shoulders to pin him to the ground, she bit her lip in concentration. Dennis’ mouth dropped open as he felt a fresh wave of wet warmth spread over his crotch. He looked down his chest to Chelsea’s pants and could see a dark wet spot spreading steadily across the lower half of her jeans, spiderwebbing down her legs. As she continued to pee on him, Chelsea began rocking back and forth across the hard dick still tucked away in his wet boxers. This wet dry humping wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but Dennis wasn’t about to stop Chelsea, she seemed like she was really enjoying herself. She had her eyes closed and her head bent, so that her hair fell over her face. softcore She changed speeds and regularly adjusted herself slightly, so that she was rubbing herself against him at constantly changing angles. As she kept going, Dennis stated to feel the friction working for him too. Chelsea picked up speed and began yelping with the thrills brought on from an orgasm. Dennis was just about to join her in cumming when she stopped and rolled off him. Chelsea giggled as she got to her feet, picked up her rake, and began furiously clearing her quarter of the yard again. Dennis had to remain lying in the leaves without moving for a minute or two before he was confident he could stand up without sending his dick over the edge that Chelsea had brought him so close too. He couldn’t believe this had all been a trick so that she could finish first (in more ways than one). Once Dennis got back to his feet he picked up his own rake and began trying to clear his part of the yard, but it was clearly too late, Chelsea was almost done with her quarter. The two year old seemed to be wise beyond his years when he hugged both of them and said, “It will be alright Mommy and Maw-maw. I didn't have any strengths. This story is copyright (c) 2018 by The Technician. “Ok, but can you explain to me what he is doing in the house?” Mr Robertson asked tearing his eyes away from me and looking at his son. I grabbed his leash and led him inside. 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