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The Potting Shed 2So that?s the background to my love life with Sally ? pretty much non-existent apart from the odd knee trembler in one of the beach huts on Ayr shore, or perhaps a quick hand job at the cinema. Something had to give, but in the end it was my work as a gardener that saved the day, and much closer to home than we could have hoped for. Sally?s parents had a flat in a large detached Victorian villa, one of many in Racecourse Road. The neighbouring property was a bit run down and the large garden had become badly overgrown. It had belonged to an elderly lady who had lived alone for many years before becoming ill about a year ago. Her daughter had suddenly appeared from Glasgow and had moved in to look after the mother. Sally?s mother had met her socially on a few occasions for afternoon tea and perhaps at the shops. Mrs Jean Cameron was in her late fifties and had been a school teacher in Glasgow before her mother had taken ill. She dressed quite formally in a tweed suit and cotton blouse and was clearly a very confident and capable woman, like many woman teachers at that time. After six months or so her mother had passed away but Mrs Cameron had chosen to stay on in the property and had resigned from her teaching post in the city. She had decided to sort out the old beyoğlu escort property and all summer the place was alive with tradesmen as the carried out repairs to the roof and windows and cleared many of the older trees in the garden. By September the property had been transformed, and Angus was approached to start a program of landscaping around the garden. We shared the heavy work of building walls and laying out beds, and I was left to dig these over and spread dung over them in preparation for the spring planting. Near the back of the garden a stone potting shed with a glass house attached had been built against the dividing wall between the two houses. Beyond the shed but before the back wall there was a doorway in the dividing wall, although judging by the build-up of compost at the bottom, many years had passed since it was last opened opened. Mrs Cameron had told Angus that at one time the two properties had shared a gardener, and the potting shed had been built on their side of the wall because it had a sunnier aspect. I spent a good half hour digging out the door, and had to oil the old hinges before I could eventually prise it open. Now I had somewhere to keep my gardening tools that I could access from both gardens, üsküdar escort but the old potting shed had potential in other areas. I spent most of a wet afternoon clearing away the cobwebs and giving the wooden floor boards a good brush. There was a long wooden work bench against one wall, a couple of wickerwork armchairs and out in the area below the glass, there was a rather grubby white two seater leather sofa. A small pot belly stove had been installed in a corner and the property was really quite dry. There were a few very dusty empty beer bottles on a shelf, and I suppose it must have been a welcome hideaway for the gardener at some point in the past. I was quite pleased with my new den and Angus didn?t seem to mind me tidying it up, as I was making good progress in the garden. There was even a toilet around the back, although the water had been turned off somewhere. Mrs Cameron paid a visit one morning and seemed pleased to see the inside looking tidy. Later in the day she brought down an old rug for the floor and a tartan travelling rug with which she covered the grubby sofa. I couldn?t wait to show Sally, and that evening as it was starting to get dark I led her over to the doorway and through into Mrs Cameron?s garden. mecidiyeköy escort We moved quickly into the potting shed and I stood proudly by the table and looked around me. I turned back to ask her what she thought but she was already kneeling at my feet and had started to unbuckle my jeans. She slipped my jeans and pants down together before taking my cock in her mouth without comment. She gripped my arse cheeks and pulled me forward taking my whole cock right down her throat. I wasn?t even erect yet but quickly became so, filling Sally?s throat in about ten seconds flat. She now started to pump her lips up and down my cock and forced my legs apart so she could cup my balls. She used the middle finger of her other hand to tease my arsehole before forcing her finger right into it and starting to work it in and out. This action combined with her mouth on my knob and her hand squeezing my balls was too much for me, and I came immediately, less than two minutes since she?d pulled down my pants. Sally greedily swallowed it all and wanked and squeezed every last drop of spunk from me. My legs were like jelly and I held Sally?s shoulders for support. She undid my shoes and then removed them, my socks too, and then had me stand on one leg at a time as she took my jeans and pants right off. At her request I removed my tee shirt and I felt quite vulnerable and exposed in the chilly potting shed. Sally lay herself down on the sofa and threw one leg up over the arm and stretched the other out widely, exposing herself to me. She wasn?t wearing tights or knickers and had clearly dressed with my easy access in mind.