He lived alone and thought he was pretty quiet. The neighbor who had done the knocking just now was the quintessential little old lady. He thought it ...ronic that of his two neighbors, she was the one who knocked the most often. Why didn't she just turn her hearing aid down? His other neighbor was a girl named Kate. She introduced herself while he was moving in. She too lived alone, but said she had learned to cope with the thin walls by listening to music with headphones on. Not only was it. "You are stunning. Why do you never let people see you like this?" I open my eyes and can't help but laugh just softly at the ludicrousness of what he has just said."Like this?" I gesture to our position and somehow develop the confidence to pout my lips."Relaxed," he murmurs, leaning in close again and kissing my neck softly. I bite my lip, my head dropping to the side, opening my throat to his attention as his lips press the softest kisses along the sensitive skin."I don't think you'd like me. But we were dragged into this by prophecy.I sang by rote, my fingers dancing across my lyre. My neck craned, peering past pack camels and the servants keeping them from bolting, looking around tents, searching for a glimpse of my wife’s sky-blue hair, her slender frame.Where was she?Screams drifted over my music. Sand exploded. Dusty gouts burst up into the air as Faoril unveiled her magic. My eyebrows furrowed. Or maybe that was Xandra using her totems, summoning elementals. I hoped she was. We embrace like this for what seems hours. Our tongues entwine and we feel each others breath. We start to breathe heavier and heavier with each taken breath. My hand drifts down to your breast, a shock passes through you, as I feel the already hard nipple. I spend a few extra moments feeling its hardness, sending tingles right down to your pussy. We stop for a moment looking to see who’s around. It’s very dark and no one seems to be walking around the park this late. We stand.