I wanted to have her.That last thought made me tense up. I couldn’t have Danielle. She wasn’t an object to possess. Even as agreeable to sex as sh... seemed to be, that didn’t make her mine. With that realization, the side of me wanting to help her gained some ground over the others.I looked at Jordan again. She was watching us. Her expression was similar to yesterday - hungry, needy, but not as strong. She looked at me again, raised a hand to point up, and mouthed the word, “Bedroom.”My heart. She tickled my balls and licked, sucked, kissed, made love to my penis.When I was getting close to the edge, I let myself remember her sucking my stepfather’s big old cock with the same look in her eyes.I had to let it go; she was beautiful, the mother of my child, and I still loved her. I just had to forgive, and be forgiven, and come in her mouth, and watch her swallow it, and lick her sweet pink vagina until she squealed.“No.” she said when I wanted to push my penis into her. But I did it. The urge to move back into the window for a better view was almost impossible to resist as Ron's neighbor stood, stretching her arms above her and letting her head loll back. A curtain of pale blonde hair hung halfway down her back toward her outthrust bottom. He could just make out a little blonde triangle between her legs.Miss Malone lay down on her deck chair, soaking up the sun. The bright sunlight falling directly on her let Ron see that her nipples were just a little darker than her skin,. I hope you're not ignoring me! Last week was so much fun, but I feel like such a naughty girl! I hope you've not gone off me" read the text. "Hi. Of course I'm not ignoring you! I just haven't known what to say. Last week was amazing. I'm kinda sad my mate has also had the pleasure of you and I'm no longer the only guy I know who knows just how fucking amazing you are, but it was so good I can't really complain" I replied. "I know what you mean and I thought you'd feel like that, but for what.