Brenda and Peter had been married for about seven years. It was, in many ways, a marriage of convenience. They had sold their tiny little flat in Winchester and bought an old end of terrace house in a little place well out in the countryside. Peter was always busy at his office and it was quite normal for Brenda to be on her own most evenings until late.  The house needed a lot doing to it but their budget was not really enough to employ anyone.  Brenda began to wonder if they had made a dreadful mistake in buying the house. She felt isolated from her friends in Winchester.  She sat gazing out of the lounge window imagining just how good the garden could look but alas it was not a priority.                                                                                                                                                                                 

Tuesday was washing day which was quite a chore because it all had to be done by hand in an old sink that needed replacing.  Brenda was getting more and more depressed as the days went by.  She hated going out into the jungle of the garden to put her washing out on the line to dry but it had to be done. She was a little startled to hear a voice from over next doors fence wishing her a good morning it was the first time she had heard such a thing in the three months since she had moved in.  Then a friendly face appeared belonging to a gentleman of very mature years, and in that instant, she suddenly felt no longer isolated.  They chatted briefly about their lives generally and it turned out that the gentleman was a widower and a veteran of the D Day landings in 1944.

Before long the old gentleman whose name was Graham began to give Brenda things from his garden which were not only of the very best quality but everything that she wanted to grow.  One such day she invited Graham in for a coffee he stumbled on the doorstep and almost fell down but instinctively Brenda caught hold of him.  As they sat opposite each other having coffee and biscuits in the lounge she couldn't help but notice that Graham was peeping very discreetly up her dress. She had mixed feelings about it, after all, he was a very old gentleman and he was very kindly giving her produce from his garden.                                                                                         

He looked away, maybe he felt ashamed but it was the garden he was now looking at.  Brenda could really do with some help because her husband just never had the time to do anything not even a bit of painting or wallpapering.  Later that day Brenda brought in the first lot of washing and put out the second lot on the clothesline. The wind had picked up from the southwest and was more than a little brazen it was ideal conditions for drying clothes but it was also perfect for lifting up  Brenda's flimsy summer dress. She smiled to herself as she wondered if Graham may have been looking. Before long, coffee mornings became a regular thing, and they were good for them both.

Graham worked hard in the garden clearing the brambles, digging out the weeds, and laying a new lawn leaving room for flowers and vegetables to be planted at the right time of year.  Brenda was happy to not only help but to make quite certain that he had several good looks at her free-swinging tits every time she bent forward.  Graham really was a godsend to her in more ways than one.  She knew that he watched her putting out the washing and she made quite certain that several pairs of her knickers were clearly on show pegged firmly to the washing line.  The early Autumn duly arrived and it was time for the first harvest from the garden  Graham as always was there to help.                                                                                                                                             

The sun was moving slowly towards the west and they had about an hours daylight left. Brenda was thrilled by what they dug out of the ground and thanks to Graham's know how it was a bumper crop.  Suddenly and quite slowly he slipped his hand up Brenda's dress and was pleased to note that she wasn't wearing any knickers Brenda wanted this to happen in return for all his hard work but as darkness fell she whispered to him, 'it's alright Graham get my dress off and do whatever you want no one will ever know.' The old man was in paradise as he groped her tits and fingered her very juicy slit and tight rear passage. Not content with that her licked her taste most gratefully from his fingers.  Brenda was on heat like never before as she pushed Graham's head down to her clitty and told him to suck it. She cursed the fact that he was no longer capable of fucking her so she sucked his cock and was delighted to accept his stream of warm milky spunk into her most willing mouth, Yes it was indeed a very good harvest.