She looked down and saw a large pair of hands – man hands – pulling open her blouse. As Jill took the blouse and removed it, the man hands rubbed ...ver her breasts. Someone – Jill? – unclasped her bra and slid it down her shoulders as the man hands explored her small breasts and sensitive nipples. She gasped and then relaxed into it. What is happening to me? She tried to focus on the man’s face, but she felt too good to concentrate that hard. Who cares. It feels too good. The man hands continued. It appalled her when she realized that he was actually her new neighbor in the adjoining half of her duplex. She thought he was homely, brutish looking. His nose looked like it had been broken (as it had been at least three times that he could remember). There was an old scar high on one cheek under his left eye. His gray hair was short, virtually a buzz cut that emphasized his oval face. The lines in his face said 60 or more years must have passed since his benighted mother pushed out this. Cheryl used different dildoes to fill Chloe's demanding holes. Still having her arms bound, Chloe had only her head to please Cheryl's pussy, but she did it with all her energy. When the girls went to sleep, both were exhausted, and fully satisfied.Chloe woke under Cheryl's wet kisses. She responded immediately, her pussy already wet with passion. When they broke the kiss, Cheryl asked: "Morning, Chloe. Had a good night?" Mistress Cheryl, I can no longer retain myself. You can't imagine how. The conversations that flew were the usual: boasting about "nailing" girls, and have all sorts of wild and deranged experiences that were most likely false but let the small ego-ed guys feel like the kings for 15 minutes.I tried to be small and get out of there as quickly as possible but while I was soaping up and guy two years older than me in EVERY physical aspect let his soap slip onto the floor, I bent down to pick it up and when I lifted my head I had HIS head, the pink one 1 inch away.