It's a week day and it's about 10:30 am and everyone is either at school or work. Only a few people are left in our neighborhood us and our next door ...eighbor Steve as we all work from home often. As you pound into my wet pussy our neighbor Steve is walking to the the corner to get his newspaper. Instantly my nipples get harder and my pussy gets wetter knowing he's gonna see us on his way back up the driveway as he turns he catches sight of us, and with how wide my legs are spread I. True, I wasn’t with the Kerouacs or Cassidys, riding and driving in cross country orgies of food, booze, a few women (very few women), Buddhism and poetry, no I was too much in the midst of my disillusionment with Rod McKuen to know about beat poetry. I stood in line that October, not knowing that just a year later, the woman I waited to see would take her blanket into her car and go to sleep forever while still parked in her garage. I only knew it was Anne, Anne Sexton, and though I didn’t. Jane’s breath came hot on her ear, and she felt her insides tingle. “You don’t sound convinced,” the little firebrand said.Tina ran her fingertips over the top of the shaft, and Grum growled happily. “I am,” she said. “It’s just that, well, after all that’s happened, I kind of feel like I’m not being faithful.”“To who?” Jane said with a genuine curiosity.“Whom,” Tina said. Jane punched her arm. “Uh, to you. And I feel a little jealous, honestly. You with this, uh, Grum.”Jane stroked her hair. We both had a tear in our eyes and I still had a big smile for him.I didn't need to say much more than, "Fancy another pint?".The rest of the evening was more of the same, with Leandro and I sinking a few more pints and chatting all manner of stuff and nonsense with mine and my brother's mates. At around half one, it was time to get going home.My flat was a good two-mile walk home that incorporates a big climb to the top of a massive hill, normally a daunting prospect for anyone not used to it..