She touched my weenie

It was a cold, damp Saturday morning in England when I was awoken from my slumber by my gardener trimming the bush downstairs. Arising from my bunk bed and climbing down the little ladder, I threw back the curtains and felt the sunlight hit my noodle just as my gardener looked up directly at my flabby form in the upstairs window. I could tell from her drool that she wanted some. So I hurriedly made my way down the stairs and there she was, standing in my hallway, covered in leaves and a bit of dog shit. Instantly I was aroused. I felt my noodle throb like an infected earlobe. "You look passable", I said, as I pulled her towards me and gave her one. She moaned like an intensive care patient having their necrotic wound debrided. "You're quite shit at this", she said as I jizzed down my leg. I was spent and she fucked off to finish the weeding.

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