#368726 - Seeing that the dogs were getting along the woman slowly relaxed her grip and crouched down to speak to her dog, I couldn't help but take at peek her cleavage; Noow, you be a guid boy and PLAY NICE she commanded, finally freeing Shamus from his tether. She began rolling her head as if she had a crick in her neck and tilted her head into her shoulder, and then unexpectedly jerked up; Oy, what a reek! she gasped, she tilted her head to the other shoulder and teasingly took another sniff for confirmation; Oy, Aaugh, flies to shite, meh oxters are hummin'. A good 5 minutes passed before I entered the vast, relatively trimmed front yard: I wasn't overly surprised to see it littered with junk; old window frames, rusting appliances and other refuse, being slowly consumed by the grass the mower clumsily left behind, was strewn all over the place.