It smelled vaguely of pot smoke and… pussy. Her pussy. I could only chuckle at that, picturing her out back fingering herself while smoking a bowl, ...oming on one of my chairs and using my shirt to clean herself up. So much for keeping my dirty thoughts in check.She’d dressed. Cute loose green shorts. A sleeveless yellow blouse and matching hairband. Sneakers. Typical college-age girl-next-door look. She had on a pair of sunglasses that hid her eyes from me. I smiled at that, wondering exactly. My mind recalled the beautiful vision I had seen the previous afternoon, remembering her in the shower gave me an adrenalin burst better than any coffee. Seeing this girl give the older man a kiss, I was disappointed but perhaps this was not the same girl, she had on a serious business suit and did not fit the image I had of how my beautiful neighbor would dress. I rejoined the conversation with Julia, and we reminisced about our childhood, growing up in Wales. Yet, here we both are, she. It had been standing fully erect, tenting the light sheet, “You fancy her don’t you?” “I’m definitely not her type, she is as gay as Christmas” I replied, “Although I think she might fancy you”We lay in silence for a while, her left hand gently stroking my cock, and by the slight movement in the sheets, her right hand was stroking her own pussy. A gentle hum started in the bedroom next door. “I’ve never thought of being with a girl”. I didn’t say anything, I just let her continue. “But there is. Louise picked her head up and shrieked her lungs dry. As she was breathing in, the next stroke arrived and she shrieked again. The third stroke was enough for the tears to begin in earnest and for her shrieks to be mixed with sobs and full-on crying. After that, Louise couldn't count them anymore, as the fire and the crying crowded everything else out of her mind.Finally as she cried and cried, distantly she realized that she wasn't being strapped anymore. A few moments after that, Janet tugged.