to want to root my employer

[AussieBen]

I work as a gardner for this stuck up couple in the sticks. hes away all the time and shes a real corker who looks like shesnot had a good roasting since she popped that kid.

shes always folloing me arund when im pruning. always in these skimpe little clothes. shes got no titties and could do with a cleanup but has a grate ass

shuld i turn her over in the potting shed hehe

dont leave the strimmer behind this time ausssieben !

okaaaay....

soz gotta run im using her laptop and shes back from her coffe morning. ill come back in a bit

laters. dont let me down ladies hehe

Oh dear God.....

AussieBen, hurry, you're due at the paddock fence at 2!:o

Oh it will be two soon....Aussie she has bullet hard nipples

i think you should take her from behind in the barn and get covered in horse shit, just as her husband comes so should you

but for fuck sake do NOT EVER accept a sausage roll from this woman

AussieBen, I have to ask, do you have any party tricks? Along the lines of rolling out shortcrust pastry with your cock perhaps?

"but for fuck sake do NOT EVER accept a sausage roll from this woman"

Make a sex video and post it here.

That will not be a sex video I will like to watch...not with the sausage rolls

Look its not even Friday alright?

This is just all MNing and no action!:o

Ha, very good

ben why are you letting the vicar and his wife 'nobble' you when your employers ladygarden need pruned

ok writing this from my phone

god you ladis are seriously rude, are you not getting any yourselves lol

im on a mission now wish me luck hehe

if you keep coming on here you wont be getting any either mate
or do you need 5 after ''visiting'' the vicars wife

you certainly don't seem the type to text Yeats poetry...

puddingface - got it in one lol

"grate ass"
DO NOT WANT

You might need some of these

She has a 'grate' ass? You mean it's metal with slots? Dear oh dear. Sounds like a freak to me.

Afternoon ladies

Sorry about my typing earlier, had a tinnie in the sun before lunch with the lads. My typing goes to pot after a cider or two.

I came to work in the old country to pay off some college fees after my Masters and to have a nice simple job so I can work on my poetry. I was inspired to work in an English village after writing my thesis on depictions of the English rural landscape in John Clare and Hardy. But it's nothing like I expected. Seriously this village is a nuthouse. My Grandad was a gardener in these parts and I'm sure he never had the Vicar's wife chasing him round the garden in a pink see through dressing gown.

But that woman up at the big house. She's a bit different. She just looks so sad and lonely, with her cupcakes and her perfect life. Only I just know it's not perfect. Everyone round here thinks she's a bit wack, but after that kiss...

But she's married to Mr Tycoon, so what's a gardener to do?

Gotta run, the jasmine needs tying up.

Root.........not heard that in years! Ben giver her a Root in your ute!