My panties become damp with every step I take. As I reminisce about my eventful year there is one thing that I regret, well, one person. Petey. My nex... door neighbor. He is British with a yummy accent. Most girls fall weak at that knees whenever he is around based on that alone. His looks aren’t of the drop-dead-gorgeous-take-me-now variety. He’s merely simple. Shaggy brown hair that he lets grow too long so that it covers his deep brown eyes, toned muscular build, and tall. He isn’t bursting. He is shorter than I had expected yet fairly stocky, short dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a huge smile, wearing jeans, a T-shirt and trainers. He is pretty much how I imagined him. After the weekend in London, we take a ride to his place and set up the computers so I can chat to my family and friends, as well as have a few games with some of my other friends online. Over the next few days I get to know Harry, his partner Jess, their family and local friends. Harry takes me to see the sights. ’ The policeman said. ‘Miss Holden? Could I have a word with you?’ Loni looked at the policeman and nodded her head. ‘I’ll be right back,’ Loni said giving Jay a little hug, and then she followed the policeman into the living room. Jay couldn’t hear what the policeman was saying, he was talking so low it sounded like he was mumbling. He was able to make out Loni’s voice when she said, ‘I’ll have to call my parents to check but I don’t think that will be any problem for tonight.’ Then there was. I felt proud as both men and women admired that picture as they slowly passed by.Finally the loud foursome from Jersey packed up and left. I had been intentionally walking as close to them as possible on our way to and from the water hoping to make them uncomfortable with my nudity. They were clearly not use to having a strange set of cock and balls pass by so closely. Maybe it worked.We were both hungry and thirsty and Susan offered to get a couple of beers from the thatched roofed bar nearby..