30X, 40X, Ricky zoomed. Yardman turned, went to his truck and grabbed what looked like a tape measure. XXX Unbuttoning his work shirt with “Ricky” embroidered above the pocket, he grabbed a t-shirt from the dresser. He flipped off the TV and raced upstairs, again careful not to dare turn on the light. “I was very active in my church back in Kentucky and really want to find one quickly.”
“Un no, I don’t really consider myself religious, to be perfectly honest, but there should be one somewhere close. Yardman picked up the pace. Oh and by the way, a girl at work recommended a yard man. She was late 40’s, maybe 50, 5’9” or so, slim, shoulder length brown hair, tight ass and yes, she had nice tits. Yardman picked up the pace.




















