“Yes I always do, well oiled am I!” she stated simply. It didn,t take long till she was groaning softly with her inevitable climax and once she go... her breath back she commenced to give me a lovely hand job catching my spurts in some tissues she carried in her hand bag though a few spurts had gone on the floor. I figured it wasn’t, the first cut stains on that carpet an wouldn,t be the last. After our two dates she promised she,d let me fuck her, but as she was committed to visiting family. Do you understand me?” she asked. “Because if you don’t, Donny is going to be my “designated hitter” with your butt!” (Mom was always quick with a joke or a pun) Ginger cried some more, then she apologized and hugged mom. Mom told her, “You apologize to Donny and hug him, too. I’ll bet his hand is sore from spanking you.” I hadn’t thought about it, but no, my hand didn’t hurt. But my cock did, because it was rock hard and my shorts were sticking straight out. Ginger hopped over to me. ’ She sat at the other end of the couch, not looking at him. ‘Emma, please understand. I didn’t push you away last night because I don’t like you. I really do like you. I just didn’t want you to wake up this morning hating yourself.’ ‘Oh really?’ she answered sarcastically, ‘Well I guess you failed then, because that’s exactly how I woke up. That’s exactly how I wake up every morning!’ ‘Oh Emma, why? What makes you feel like that? I wanted to respond to you, wanted to hold you, but you were. When Mark and Eric first moved in next door, she couldn’t have cared less. Just another set of neighbors, even if they were a gay couple. For the fist few months they lived next to Nancy and Castor, she hardly even waved in the morning when they were all leaving for work. Then spring changed into summer and she came home from work one day to see Mark mowing his lawn, it was the first hot day of the season and he had stripped off his shirt, letting the sweat pour off his well-muscled chest. She.