Fux And The Latina Gardener - part 2
Saturday, April 26th, 2008
“She won’t see a thing” she giggled “we made the fence purposely high silly and the people from the street won’t see either if you don’t move too much”.
OK so I am not one to turn down a tugjob from a perfectly beautiful girl offered on her own but well, there were appearances to keep up and I sure did not want that very interested bird lady guessing a thing. I made to step back from Anya who was kneeling and well below either the street or the little old lady hedge line. I, on the other hand was pretty visible from the chest up from the street and was hampered in my attempts to extricate myself from her grasp by occasional passerbys and the bird lady’s sharp gaze. I concluded I was between a rock and a hard place (figuratively) as I felt Anya’s soft lips begin to nibble at my balls while that knowing hand stroked my cock. I know cats are not supposed to be able to blush but I swear I felt the fur rising as she continued to stroke me her lips driving me crazy and her hand knowing just how much pressure my aching cock needed.
I focused my eyes straight ahead at the yellow colored posts bracing up the veranda of Anya’s home cum cat house.
“Are you two all right over there? Need any help?” The little bird lady’s quavering voice came wafting over the fence. I could see her standing on tiptoes trying to get more of a view over the hedge. Read Full Porn Story




