The Potting Shed 3

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The Potting Shed 3She pointed her finger at me and then pointed to her fanny, telling me to hurry up and get down there. She used her fingers to pull her lips open. I knew what was expected off me, and I knelt on the floor before her and leaned in to start lapping at her cream. She was soaking wet, and as I licked she placed both hands on the back of my head and started to hump her fanny up against my face, forcing me into her sex. She must have been really horny, as after only a couple of minutes she tensed up and pushed my face into her fanny, really hard, before spraying my face with her juices as she came. I’d never know her to come this quick or to be quite so forceful the way she handled me. My cock was already hard again and I figured I’d get to ride her, but she was having none of it, and pushed my head down to her fanny again and told me in no uncertain terms to keep licking her clit until she had had enough. I’d never seen this dominant side to her but I tongued her clit nonetheless. She kept me down there for over twenty minutes and my tongue was aching, with having to stretch so much. She came twice more before finally pulling me up trabzon escort by the hair on top of her. I was told to get a condom on and then fuck her as hard as I could. At first I couldn’t tear open the packet and then I dropped it on the floor – she got quite angry with me and in the end she snatched it from me, and quickly rolled it over my dick, which she then pulled to her entrance. She lifted her legs up high and wide – I plunged my cock into her and she grabbed my arse and dug her fingernails into my cheeks. She shouted at me to fuck her hard, and I did my best, but her dirty talk and the speed of her assault was just so horny that I came straight away – I just couldn’t help it, but I knew better that to stop, so I fucked on for another two or three minutes until she bucked her hips up and down beneath me and screamed out her orgasm. She was still clutching my arse cheeks as I slowed to a stop. I was completely spent having come twice in half an hour. My erection had subsided shortly after I’d come, and on withdrawal from her, the condom was left behind in her fanny. I tugged it out from her, and we were both relieved to see it escort trabzon still contained a copious amount of my spunk. We spent a further ten minutes kissing and cuddling on the sofa before she got up and said she had better get home as her mother would be wondering where she was. I saw her to the doorway in the wall and kissed her goodnight. I quickly tidied up in the shed before heading for home myself. What a night and many more to come!The following morning, I was back at Mrs Cameron’s and spent a couple of hours raking up the leaves to the front of the house. At one point she appeared at the front door and picked up the newspapers and milk from the doorstep. I shouted a “good morning” to her but she just stared at me for a moment before turning and going back into the house. Around lunchtime I retired to the potting shed, and as I ate my lunch I relived the previous night’s entertainment with Sally on the sofa. She was a very sexy girl and really quite dirty at times. I’d really enjoyed her blowjob but was disappointed at my performance later. She’d been quite demanding and it had caught me off guard. I’d wanted to give her a good trabzon escort bayan long ride, and I’m sure she’d been disappointed when I’d come so quickly. I was hard now just thinking about it, so I decided to have a quick wank before going back to work. I knelt before the large bench and quickly unbuckled my jeans and pushed them down. I then slipped my pants down but only half way to my knees, so that the elasticated waistband would tickle the underside of my balls while I wanked. Being a most accomplished wanker, I was soon ready, and I placed my forearm along the edge of the bench and then rested my forehead upon it. I rolled my foreskin back and rubbed my pre-cum over my bell end before gripping my shaft and setting a good rhythm as I wanked it. I thought about Sally sucking my cock and fingering my arsehole and in less than two minutes I was jetting my spunk onto the floor below the bench. I don’t know why, but for some reason I felt a presence, and I turned my head towards the door where Jean Cameron stood with her face like thunder. For a moment I was paralysed with fear before scrabbling to my feet and pulling up my pants and jeans as quickly as I could. In my haste the material of my pants got stuck in my zipper, and it was several minutes before I could free it and regain some composure. Mrs Cameron remained silent, her arms folded across her chest, just staring at me.

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