Even if I say so myself. I put on a CD and danced a round my flat to ‘I kissed a girl’ by Katy Perry. I suddenly felt like a teenager again. No wo...ries. No deadline. No boss to make tea for. I danced in little circles, making my skirt fan out. I almost stumbled and then realised there was someone knocking on my door. The music had been so loud, I’d barely heard it. I opened my door with a smile on my face. It was my neighbour. “Hi Danielle I…” His voice tailed off as he looked me up and down. The small talk through her window lasted a while and didn't seem to mean a great deal until she said it was cold, and asked me if I wanted to hop into the passenger seat. I walked around the car and sat down.It was only then that I got a good look at her. She was attractive and I assumed she was in her mid to late 40's, but what was striking was that she was wearing a two-piece pyjama trouser and top set, and what appeared to be a pair of slippers.Through the small talk she suddenly asked "so. She saw Lucille by the playground equipment. She allowed the children to play on the large climb and slide village. May expected to see Lucille in a different light. Instead, she was reminded even more that Lucille was a political animal and seemed to have no human emotions. She was almost robotic with a computer for a brain.Lucille: Here is your coffee and donut as promised. So what does the team know now that it didn't last time we talked?May: They know maybe even less than before. We have. I nodded.“Ask me baby.”“Please.”“Please what? What do you want?” She was getting hotter now, rubbing her clit against me faster, and moving more behind me, to rub against the heat of my ass, I realized. Her hand matched the pace.I struggled. Didn’t want to. But wanted to please her so badly. And madly. “Please, ma’am, please put your fingers in my ass.”“Good boy.” Her fingers invaded me. Not fast, but slowly like there was no doubt they weren’t stopping until they were buried in my ass. She.