we have no fence on the side of the house where Mrs E lived and a small wooden fence on the other.At the end of our yard was a vacant block and a line of trees.
I was stroking slowly wanting this to last for as long as possible but my orgasm was starting to build.I bent over, grabbed the end of it, and returned to squatting on my knees. I must have been a real sight, bouncing up and down, fucking a garden hose in my neighbor's front yard.Unfortunately nobody was around to see, or so I thought.I humped the hose through a couple of orgasms and then laid back in the grass and relaxed for a little while, with the hose still hanging out of my pussy. couple, and the other an elderly widow a Mrs E, even though she has long since passed I wont use her full name.
I say elderly she was probably in her mid to late 50's to me at the time that was old.The car drove past the cul-de-sac without even slowing down. Once I reached the corner I stopped and looked back toward my house. I figured I had made it halfway I may as well go the distance. I slid one hand down to my now soaked pussy and stroked my finger up and down my slit a few times. I walked back to my house and sat down on my porch steps.