Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at any erotic literature, so we'll see what they think and...

1. Gardener
Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at any erotic literature, so we'll see what they think and feel
free to leave any comments or suggestions on how to improve.
This is just a very brief introduction to this story, but I'll write more when I have time and if people
are talking about.
So, here you are!
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Jamie went for a short trip to his neighbor is very irritated with this turn of events. He blackmailed
her mother into gardening for the older ladies on the road to pain, punishment if they did not, they
lose their entire summer allowance.
The interview was very short:
Mom: "? Jamie, you can pop over to Mrs. Travers weekend"
Jamie: "? Um, why"
Mom sighed in exasperation, "Look Jamie, she is very lonely woman, and she needs some help with
her gardening, nothing too strenuous, I'm sure. Ona said that you pay a penalty if you do not have it
with me to take me back that the money I gave you for the summer. You can leave Alice for one day
on the weekend! "
Jamie: "For f * ck sake, all right. It does not look like I have a choice to make?"
Mom, walking into the kitchen, "No."
Alice was Jamie's new and very beautiful girlfriend. Cute brunette with tight ass, belly and beautiful
32C breasts that seem to be good little lady in front of friends and family is actually gorgeous slut in
bed with an extremely dirty mind. And it would have only been together a month or so, it is still tired
to spend all their time in bed with her. Instead, he was on his way to the house of an old lady on a
completely fruitless few hours to bar earning around £ 20, I would give up if he spent time with
Alice.
Jamie knocked on the door twice before he heard movement in the house, and even then it took Mrs.
Travers quite some time to get to the door.
"Oh hello dear, James is not it?" said Mrs. Travers, looking at him. Just a word about Jamie, was
about 5'10, sandy hair, green eyes, a gym for some time, with the effect that he got a good figure.
Alice seems to me at least.
"Err ... Jamie, yeah ... Hey Mrs. Travers, how are you?" Jamie replied, trying to hide his boredom of
being there.
"Well, thank you, dear. Come in, come in," said Mrs. Travers. It was a classic old lady in her early

2. 70s, she looks maybe that was once beautiful, but that beauty, if it ever existed, has now faded. Her
face was now neither attractive nor unattractive, just, there was no other word for it, old. Her long
hair was snow white, his face wrinkle as much as you would expect a woman of her age, and her
body was definitely pear shaped and toned arms the size of the 14th had some loose skin hanging
from them, her breasts were enough, but bent 36 B / C and her feet were small tribes that slowly as
she went. She wore a faded pink blouse with a cardigan on top, knee-length skirt and slippers. Jamie
looked at her with the same expression that most 18 year olds would put a woman in her early 70s,
one of the ill-concealed patience and misunderstanding of ever reaching that age.
"So, you should have a cup of tea, dear?" Trembling from the kitchen.
"Uh ... no, I'm fine, thank you, Mrs. Travers. Could I look at the garden, please?" Said Jamie,
desperately wanted to get it for us.
"Oh ... of course, my dear." said Mrs. Travers, visibly quench a sudden, business-like tone Jamie.
Pressing the swelling guilt, Jamie followed her out to the garden.
"Well, darling, it should not be too difficult for a strapping young man like you," said Mrs. Travers,
briefly put his hand on Jamie's shoulder, which sent special electric current through it, which
frowned. "I just need a little weeding, planting, and some general cleaning, really. Instruments are
in an old shed Gerald is, everything should be there. Would you like a glass of fresh lemonade?"
Sticking to his abrupt manner, Jamie quickly replied, "No, thank you, Mrs. Travers, I'll be fine."
Catching his tone, an elderly lady sighed and said, "Well dear, I leave you to it then. Give me funny if
you have any problems." And with that she returned to the house, returning with a magazine for a
minute or two later.
Jamie took a deep breath and went down to the shed to get the tools and start working. He skinned
tirelessly for the good half hour when the heat began to hit him on the back of his neck and he
stopped, he looked over at Mrs. Travers, whose face was her journal. What they saw him swallow;
her legs were open too wide, but far enough away to have a view to yellow panties she wore under
her skirt. He was running down the panties of a look from Jamie's cock jerk, a narrow line of
moisture, whether it was sweat or urine could not say ... but it was tucked between a small fine
comb, which outlined the lips of an old woman vagina. Smut and sexualisation of view to the old
woman Jamie regroup his hard cock in his pants without being able to explain why.
Jamie turned away and shook his head no sweat, muttering to yourself to get a grip. It was an old
woman, wrinkled old woman with white hair and abdomen and was fit and healthy young man with a
nubile young girlfriend. However, all Jamie needed another look at her to know that she turn it on ...
inexplicably and without any effort at all on her part, she had him hard as a rock. He shook himself
and continued to do weeding, turning away from Mrs. Travers.
After another half an hour, Mrs. Travers stood. "Oh dear, it looks like you got everything handled
here.'m Going to get out of the sun, is that me these horrible headaches" and went inside leaving
Jamie stared at her frumpy body from behind and tried to push the image of the what it might look
like naked eye of your mind.
Jamie looted for another hour or so and then started doing some planting. After a while he got up to
use the restroom and ask Mrs. Travers a glass of water, perspiration, as were all of the effort. He

3. went through the back of the house looking for an older lady and was treated with a look that was
tenting his shorts again.
Mrs. Travers had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV. It was almost horizontally and gently
snoring with a skirt around the thigh to give Jamie a much better view than before of her panties,
and this line of moisture on them ...
He walked over to Mrs. Travers and looked at her. What was this woman doing with him? He leaned
forward slightly and have no idea what the moisture in her panties was when he felt her huge,
sweaty thighs, and then he saw something that he would masturbate furiously later ...
Some old white female pubic hair was peeking out of the panties, pretty much, in fact. As for the
other, Jamie saw wrinkles and veins that traced Mrs. Travers' legs is considerable belly bulging over
the waist skirt with flabby arms that used to bingo wings, but now simply consisted of loose skin,
which led to ki flabbier neck ... And at that moment there was nothing Jamie wanted to do more in
the world than this woman undress and explore each wrinkles and folds her body in detail.
However, he had the presence of mind to pull a recall to where he was, and who the woman was that
she was four times his age, and that he had a girlfriend. Therefore, when he pulled away, he went to
the bathroom and made enough noise to wake up comes Mrs. Travers. She woke up and stood up,
hoping that Jamie had not noticed her shameful condition in its rush to the toilet. After Jamie put his
head in the door apologizing for the fact that his head was on a day that was okay? Mrs. Travers was
ready to say yes, that is right, and that the mind will return the next day, to which Jamie replied:
"Uh ... sure, no problem, Mrs. Travers, at the same time?"
"Yes, dear, but call me Agnes! And I promise not to fall asleep for so long tomorrow!"
Jamie hastened to assure her that sleeps perfectly fine and fairly ran to get out. It was a very strange
turn of events, Jamie was excited to return the next day to help and went out of the old woman's
house with a raging erection that she was the cause. Agnes for her part was very confused young
man's sudden exit, but look forward to it tomorrow, if only a little company during the day.
*****
End Chapter 1