I trundled the barrow through the gap in the yew hedge and into the vegetable garden. Laura had insisted on planting an evergreen hedge between the 'e...tertaining' and 'productive' parts of our garden; I hadn't objected because the slightly warmer microclimate within the shelter of the hedge meant that the growing season was extended by a week or more. It had more than repaid the work involved.The compost heap is in the far corner, against the ugly concrete retaining wall that the developers put. "Yes, I'll do whatever you want," I said, still horny.She went to the next video, still doggy style, but she is holding his phone and I see her face. He is pounding away at her. The look on her face as he pounds her drives me crazy and I started jerking again.I used my own cum as lube as I kept stroking. This must have turned her on because she started really moaning while she played with herself through her shorts."Can I ask you something weird?" she whispered, as if she were ashamed to say. It was like I was sleepwalking. I opened my bedroom door and walked down the hall. “How it felt to have you looking up at me and touching me as I rubbed myself on you.” I opened John’s bedroom door. “How wonderful your cock felt in my hand. Your hands touching me.”I turned off my phone and walked over, and sat on the edge of John’s bed. John had stopped masturbating but kept his hand around his cock. He put his phone on the nightstand.I put my hand on his thigh, just inches from his. He slowly. She came in early and got ready for the celebration. I got ready and when I went to her room, I had a shock. Her periods had started. I was deeply disappointed. What to do. I asked whether I can have the Mangoes at least. For that she said with a shy “all is yours mama”. I hugged her tight and could feel her tight boobs pressing against my chest.My iron rod got up and started bulldozing her panty-ed vagina. Hmm…what a bad luck. I laid her down on the bed and pressed my hand on her boobs along.