Bubba got an annoyed look on his face. “You’re a little faggot, and from what I hear, every body’s dipping into your honey pot,” Bubba said an... started getting up. I backed off, smiling at him. Jon walked in. “Come on sweet cheeks, you don’t need to be pissing off Bubba,” he said. Bubba sat back down. Jon and I signed out and went out to catch our bus.We walked into the restaurant and were greeted by the maître d. “Table for two?” He asked. “I’m looking for my brother, Peter Van Boor?” Jon. She sucked his cock clean and buttoned him up, sending him about his way. My neighbor had seen her actions and gawked at her. She motioned for him to come over, and he jumped the fence to run to my door. She led him into my living room and popped his hard cock out, mounting and riding him right on my couch. I could tell from my vantage point across the room he was trying to hold his load, but in minutes he lost it, and she dropped onto his cock, accepting his warm load into her pussy. . Her chest rising and falling as her breaths deepen; she loses herself in her fantasy. With one hand working the toy harder and deeper inside her, the other stimulates her sensitive nub. She has to bite her lip to prevent further moans escaping, as her self-pleasure increases in intensity. Her mind continues being a spectator to this almost out of body experience, as he ploughs her small frame ferociously. She hears her fantasy Aedan spit his words of lechery as he fucks her hard. “You fucking. Your shoulder okay?” “Yeah, probably just the change of season,” he said, waiving off the concern. “Hey, are you hungry? That place on Amsterdam … the one with the funny menus? They make omelets.” “Omelets,” she paused. “Aren’t you even going to tell your wife you love her before you plan your meals for the day?” “Wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea. Might wanna hang around my place all the time, cramp my style.” He was squatting in front of her, smiling face-to-face with Upward Dog. “That.