"Are you gonna mess around with your horny little neighbor?"Smothering her words with his burning lips, he plunged the length of his thick middle fing...r all the way up into her little pussy."Mmmmmmmm!" she whimpered with joy, making no attempt to discourage him.Glancing down, she saw the purple head of his big throbbing prick poking out from the leg opening of his shorts. The pulsing swollen veins told her exactly how ready he was to fuck. His magnificent cock looked exciting, but she knew it. I have been batting above .500 for a few weeks in a row and last night I hit the jackpot(or so I thought). I actually pulled a set of twins, yeah man twins and they were FINE. Thighs and heavy rack abound on both and DAT ASS!! I prayed to the gods i would get to ride the tricycle and win that belt. Little did I know I pulled waaaaay more than I bargained for. This is how it went down:I'm standing at the bar looking fly as usual and something pulls my attention to the far back of the dance room.. Oh great, it was not a drunken dream, it wasfor real.Just then the door opens and Christopher walks in catching megoing through his stuff. He puts down a small shopping bag andasks how am I? I say OK, what else is there to say? He walksover and I expect him to shut the bureau drawers, but instead hepicks up a pair of hot pink short shorts and a matching pinkcrop top. Christopher asks me if I like girls who wear hotclothes that show off, I mumbled yes, then quickly added but youdon't really wear. Perhaps I should let them be. Scars heal over when left alone. Sometimes vanish like old friends or the garbage left by the curb on Tuesday night. I caress my scars. Dream about him next to me. Feel him in the night tending them. Believe that he’s there. Then there’s light and the shower is still running. I leave it on even though the water bill is too high to pay. I like the sound of the water rushing over me. Let the water pour. Clean and hot and desensitizing, destroying prints and calluses,.