Me, I call this old farmer friend of mine and he brings over a big truckload of pig manure—he loves having someplace to get rid of it—and dumps it...here. And I shovel it and till it and plant and weed and water and this is what you get. Hell, sometimes I grow things I didn’t even plant!”“Wow, that’s one I never heard before.”“You heard it here first!”“So when I’m weeding the garden I’ll be kneeling in pig shit?”“Yep, so don’t wear your Sunday best!”Jeremy laughed and said, “Well, I’m going to. Without any warning, I thrust my penis into her, as deep and hard as I could. She gasped. I had finally left her speechless. Normally, I liked to start slow and get faster, but I thought since she was so different, I should take a different approach. I started fast, sliding back and forth inside her as quick and hard as I could. Keeping myself in control was a challenge, I was getting just as excited as she was. I could feel her grip tighten on my back, and could tell she was trying to pull me. It naturally occurred to John that this must be where the Pool of the Truest Reflection could be found. That had to be his final destination. No sooner had he arrived at this conclusion, than the hedges separated, as if they were pulled apart by invisible hands, to allow him to enter.John tentatively poked his head through the opening. He looked to the left.He looked to the right. There was a narrow corridor of a hedge on either side. This was a topiary labyrinth!The last thing that John. She started screaming loudly. "I'm cumming!!" As if on command her wet pussy juices began to flood down my dick. "OOOOO!!! Don't stop, please don't stop!" I pushed her off me and laid her on her back. Her small tender frame was as beautiful as ever. She was 5'3, shorter than my 6'4. Megan was a beautiful, thick and I loved her gorgeous smile. Her long straight onyx hair laid behind her angelic face on the mattress. She looked up at me with her lustful eyes. "You think you can.