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Victory Garden

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When I was 13 I worked our neighborhood's paper route. There was this single mother that lived at the last house on the street. She was a little old, but she had large breasts (DD?). Since I delivered the papers early in the morning, she'd always collect hers in her transparent night gown. So when I got to her house I'd toss the paper onto her lawn, lock my bike to her tree, then go hide in the bush, next to her herb garden. Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, she'd come out in transparent night gown to collect the paper. Then it was game time.

I would undo my belt and release my throbbing monster of a penis. As I watched her large breasts jiggle while she walked to get the paper, I stroked my pulsating shaft. I saved my climax for when she bent over to pick up the paper. As she would bend over, my testicles would begin to quake with fury in anticipation of the spunk fest. At this point I would slip my shorts down further, and let a branch or two sneak into my anus. At this point, I could no longer contain the atomic J bomb (jism bomb) building in my semen silo. In an explosion that would shame any 4th of July, I would drop the j bomb all over her herb garden. Rosemary, thyme, you name it, I got it.

I have many fond memories of that paper route. Thankfully she was senile enough that she never caught me.



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