You rush into the garden in the direction where you last heard the sound. As you search for an opening through the mass of green, you notice a lady's sandal on your right and a potted shrub with a number of leaves missing. You push the wall of vines to one side and notice a woman sprawled on the ground. She wore a gray tracksuit, and from the sweatmarks on it, you could tell that she had come from the gym. The outline of her white sports underwear clealy showed through the thin material of the suit. Your cock hardened slightly as you imagined her well-toned body without the suit. You rush to her side thinking she's still unconscious. She slowly raises her head and in an embarrassed smile says, "Stupid of me to be frightened by a rubber snake..."
"I hope nothing's broken," you quickly say. The smell of her sweat gives your stomach a funny feeling. "I heard your cry, and ...."
"Thanks anyway," she replies, as she reaches for your outstretched hand. You gently pull her to her feet.
"Which rubber snake?" you ask, looking around her.
"I fainted when I saw this," she said as she pulled a yellow rubber hose out from behind. "And I hit my head on that shrub in the process. All kinds of snakes really frighten me, you know."
"You're not married? Are you?"
"Why? What's that got to do with snakes?" she asks.
"Well, my wife used to... ah, pardon me for saying this... she used to call my cock a snake." You say with a slight grin. You notice that you have become hard again and the pressure is causing a tenting effect on your trousers. You hope she doesn't notice.
"You mean it's that long?!" she remarks, glancing at your crotch.
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