I returned to moaning and enjoying my doggy lover. I forgot all about the knock on the door as whoever it was had gone. If it was important they would...probably try again. But no-one did that night.The following night I got home from work and feed the dogs and then started to think about something for me. I always feed the dogs outside so I could have my dinner in peace. There was a knock on the front door. I went and answered it. It was Mrs Wilson from next door. “Hello honey” she said “the. She was not use to wearing make up as it was, but her nerves made this task even more difficult. Han quickly used some red poofy scrunchies to put her hair in pigtails. She is the very image of a slutty Lolita doll. ?Now I want you to walk to the end of the alley and walk back here. Repeat this five times.? She struggled to walk in her heals, but she began to get use to balancing. Han noticed her skirt would ride up her legs however, forcing her to constantly pull down her skirt so as not to. He was so close that she couldn't make out who he was, especially with the room so dark."Here, baby, here's a little something else for you," a passion-thick male voice said above her. There was something familiar about the voice, but in her passion-distorted reasoning, she couldn't place it. She assumed then that it was Bob Reed's voice. Certainly her husband would never do anything like this to her!She stared at the long, rigid penis jutting out from the hair that encircled its base, the tip. Finally, I looked up to see Mrs. Clifford, my Biology Teacher last year. She was leaning out her upstairs window, waving - and I waved back. I was about to walk on when she hollered again.“Jack wait for me ... I’ll be right down.”I knew surely that it couldn’t be, but it looked like she’s only wearing a very thin robe.I turned and walked back to the sidewalk in front of her house, then made my way to her porch.I was standing at the bottom of her porch steps when she opened her front door. She.