She did not impress me that much. After moving in I saw her every now and then as I drove up the road, again not much of an impression either way. I ...ctually met Rose one Saturday, when she came over looking for her wayward dog. He would drop by to see Bebe, my dog. She was a yellow Lab, I told everyone that her name was short for Beautiful Blond. Her real name was Blond Bitch, my ex had bought her for me as a birthday present. Bebe was the only good thing I got out of that marriage. Rose’s. When I finished the kiss, I grabbed her nightgown by the sides and pulled it over her head. She was so surprised that she just let it go over her head and stood there, with nothing but her panties on. For the moment we all just stood there, with the guys admiring her lush body and big tits. Mike broke the stillness by reaching out and fondling her breast.'What???" she said, very confused. At this point, Al, who was standing behind her, pulled her panties down, and she stepped out of them. With my face directly above her pussy, I kissed her ever so lightly, just beside the narrow strip of hair remaining on her crotch. Her hips instantaneously rose toward me and I began my quest to give her another series of orgasms.Having enjoyed a good length of time with my face buried in her pussy, it was now late in the afternoon and the sun was near setting. When she had regained the strength, we went in the house and each made a sandwich before returning to the back yard when we chatted. ’ I wasn’t entirely surprised we ran into a woman with whom John had some kind of history. It would’ve been more surprising if we hadn’t. But I could’ve done without it being Rochelle. Not only was she well-liked by Emily, but we had a couple run-ins at our kids’ school that didn’t end well. Granted, I could’ve been nicer but it was when things with Emily were really unravelling and they weren’t my finest hours…or days. And Rochelle was a bit of a bitch herself. As I raise my bottle of Plum.