She pointed to the privet hedge – it must be at least 300 yards in length! “Would you be a sweetie Peter, and trim my hedge? Caroline and I are go...ng up to London shortly, for some retail therapy and a spot of lunch. We won’t be back until 8 PM. Will that be long enough for you? Only, I’m having a few girlfriends over tomorrow for an al fresco lunch party and I’d like to have it looking spick and span. The trimmers are in the shed.”Without waiting for an answer, she turned on her heel and. You just kept interrupting, trying to convince me that it was all going to be fine, but i know that it wouldn’t be fine and you wouldn’t let me tell you why. That’s what made me mad, more than anything else.”Jake stared sadly down at the cup of coffee on the shiny steel table in front of him.“I’m sorry about that Danny, but I was just trying to help”“I know you were Jake, and in most circumstances, you’re great at making me feel better, but this time, you were making it worse. It’s ok though, I. Then almost on cue her legs opened slightly and for the first time I had a glimpse of her slit. I touched her most intimate place 20 minutes ago but as we were standing I had no visual. I moved my hand and while counting in my head I stroked his cock five times up and down. And with my thumb I smeared his pre-cum around his tip, leaving him wet and slippery. Her next move was to open her knees even further and now she sat with her legs nicely spread. It didn’t take long and Sandra’s cold glass. "You are not to squirt. Is that clear?"I blinked. I couldn't even feel my cock."Is that clear?" she asked, bending her knees more."Yes!" I said.She sank down and, like she'd done this a hundred times, captured my prick, slotted it and let her weight fall on my loins."Ahhhhh," she groaned.Then she started rocking forward and back.She knew what she was doing. I'll give her that. She had desensitized my penis, so that it remained hard while she used it. And that's what she did. She used it. She.