I was glad to see Badger again, of course I was. A month has seemed an awfully long time to have gone without the touch of his hard cock. I had missed that terribly to be absolutely truthful. I mean here was an old man giving me all the gratification I could want, how's that? Well let's just say when they are mature they enjoy it like a glass of wine, nice and slow and tasting every drop until the last. And that is particularly what I enjoyed about Badger, he really enjoyed our very private get-together's in the privacy of his allotment shed.
"Missed you too, Ginger, can't count how many times I have wanked in here imagining you bent over the bench presenting me with that lovely round ass of yours, you just don't know how much it means to me to have you at least once a week."
"I think I do just seeing how pleased you are to see me," I replied looking down at him after we had entered his 'Palace of Dreams' as he called the shed. He looked like he was about to burst open those blue jeans, I could even see it throbbing beneath which was so good to see again knowing he would be so strong for me because I so needed that after the absence.
He put his hand down there, teasing it through his jeans, I watched him, it was so erotic and , accompanied by his moans was a real turn on.
"You really know how to turn this guy on, Badger, I so want to feel and suck you, just the taste of you is divine>"
