I really hated to go because I didn’t want to give up this young pussy…or ANY pussy for that matter. I know that I had nothing going on down south...but I can’t tell my wife I want to stay here longer so I could continue to fuck our next door neighbor. And I could tell that Gina was getting a little anxious, too, because neither of us knew how things would be when I returned in the spring. I was wondering why she had been asking about my fantasies recently. I didn’t realize the purpose until a. The hedge was a conglomeration of three major tree species: honey locust, Osage orange, and red cedar. All three species were considered to be almost invasive in the area, and grew well even in marginal soils. It had been practically effortless and cost free to acquire the required trees from neighbors and friends, who were glad to be rid of them.He had spaced the seedlings very closely, setting them about three feet apart and only one foot from the wall. The trees normally were accustomed to. I got up and you fluidly turned around."Oh, my god! I have never had anyone do that!" Did you like it?" I asked, a lecherous lopsided grin on my face."Yes! It's so nasty!" I know. Your Mom wouldn't approve."I pulled off my T-shirt, threw off my shoes, and pulled off my pants."Get on the bed lying face up with your head hanging over the side." My, but we're in charge." That's right, funbuns."I grabbed a small, soft latex-covered dildo from between the couch covers and walked over to the. "Believe me, he's every bit as hung as Ronnie. I ought to know since I've fucked them both, just in the last few minutes. So now it's your turn to start catching up, Mom."It was Marty, of course, who was under discussion. But they had the wrong guy, as far as he was concerned. He was getting the hell out of here. Or so he thought.His aunt had closed the door behind her. Now when Marty tried to open it again it wouldn't budge. Wheeling back around, he saw his aunt. She moved slowly toward him,.