After about 30 minutes there was a knock on the door I went to answer it was our neighbour Barbra asking if I would mind changing a light bulb for her... now Barbra is around 47 three k**s no husband he left a few years earlier quite slim not bad looking with very nice 38c breasts a pair I have often fancied playing with, actually got a feel of them once when I put a snowball down her top and into her Bra when we were having a snowball fight she is a fun loving woman. We have had her round at our. "Tom please" I begged. He looked at me deep in thought and said "Fine, I wont tell... If you do what ever I want" "what do you mean?"Tom lowered his hand to his cock again and said "Stroke it". "Tom for god sake its wrong" But he just stared at me and I knew what I had to do.I lowered my hand and started to stroke his cock slowly, after a while Tom told me to stop.I was relived that it was over but apparently it wasnt over. "Now" he said "suck it" Fuck sake Tom you know I cant.", "fine" he. Oh, you seem to have only your bra on your top-half (love the imagination). Your fingers trail down your soft, exposed skin, run the length of your collarbone to your petite clavicles before trailing south. Flattening your hand, it too starts to disappear beneath clothing. As first your little finger, then all fingers in sequence, brush lightly across your electrified nipple, your head arches back momentarily.My hands are defiant, teasing the skin and hair on my lower abdomen. I can feel. After that, Mom and I couldn't trust our sanctuary, for Dad could suddenly show up at any time. In fact, he began using it far more often than we did. On the weekends, and some evenings, Dad would disappear and we'd find him sitting in a lounge chair which he'd dragged around the side, staring at the trellis.One Saturday afternoon, Mom and I watched him from the vantage point of the balcony off my parents' bedroom. We were lying on the thick cushion from one of the balcony's two lounge chairs,.