Please keep sending your stories to me! These are great. This is as told by David... My neighbors have lived next door to me for as I can remember. D...bbie Lawson and her husband, Willard. They were older than my parents but Willard still worked. They kept their house, yard and everything immaculate. Always had new top of the line cars. Willard Lawson made a lot of money at his job and traveled a lot. When ever he left town I would keep up the yard work. Willard told precisely what had to be. He moves closer with his head towards my ass. I gasp as his cold tongue meets my pink hole. I moan as he begins to rim me. He reaches around to my rock hard cock. "Don't touch or I'll blow," I warn. Instead he inserts a finger in me. "Uhhh yeah feels good!" I exclaim, clearly enjoying that surprise. He continues to lick and use his fingers.Suddenly Steve tells me, "Right I'm ready, are you?" Yeah fuck me please," I beg. I relax my body as he puts his cock on my ass cheek. He guides the head in. She ran her hands through my hair (this was years ago, before I shaved my head), tightened her fingers around the entwined strandes and pressed my face hard into her chest. Without releasing her grip, she motioned me to her other nipple, which I was happy to devote attention to. As I continued my work, I let a hand drift down, under the waistband of her pants, and inside her thongs. I spread her hairless pussy lips and begain stroking her clit. Her continuing moans and short breaths indicated. She pressed a green button, hoping it was the 'talk' button, and said, "Hello?" The display said she was connected, but she was met by silence. "Hello?" she repeated.The caller stammered out, "Mrs. G?"That's what Jennifer's and Donnie's friends usually called her. "Yes?" she replied."Uh, this is George Barret. I was trying to get Donnie. Is he nearby?" I don't think so," said Mrs. Grafton. "This must be his phone though. I just found it in my den." I uh ... uh don't know why it would be at your.