My mother had some time ago given up her plot, not able to keep up the work needed to continue producing vegetables since she became a full-time worke....As I was walking past what used to be her plot, I saw an elderly man standing by his shed on the next plot. We greeted each other and he came over to where I had stopped on the track. I had seen him several times before and I remembered that he had often stood chatting to my mother when she was tending her vegetables.He was probably about fifty,. She felt something hot and damp and fat, like a sausage, slapping into her palm, and she realized he'd taken his cock out!She couldn't help squeezing his prick, amazed at its thickness and pulsing strength. She ran her fingers up and down, estimating its length. She gasped in awe. It was a monster!Then Judy felt her panties being pushed down, until the waistband was tight around her upper thighs. She felt the burning heat of his cock as it pressed against her ass. Judy didn't know what to do.. Judy is working hard. She looks up again as we reach the corner. I can't tell if she's unhappy about what she's doing or if she's enjoying it. Maybe she doesn't even know herself. I'm in two minds about most of what's happened so far.Jo takes me to see the genial and enthusiastic black American who was on the coach with us yesterday. As soon as he speaks, I think he could double for Eddie Murphy. "Hi, Honey. Nice to see you again. For now, just call me Gerry," he says.Why is it that if you have. He started walking slowly past us.I glanced in his direction and recognized him. He lives in my building. We aren't friends exactly, just acquaintances. I tried to remember his name but I couldn't. Despite my memory lapse we aren't strangers. We've spoken from time to time. He has even been in my apartment once. We were talking outside and I invited him in for a beer one afternoon.He smiled when our eyes met and said, "I've been admiring your girlfriend's suit. It's very attractive!"Then he.