She led us into their living room where we were introduced to each other, she had a warm friendly face, and her dark eyes seemed to flash as she spoke...calling me ‘Rosalyn’, instead of the Rose or Rosie I was used to. She called to Florence to go put the kettle on for Tea as we settled on to her couch, Darleen on one side of her and me on the other. I noticed the difference in their accents, Florence had that gentle middle class polite accent, whereas Margaret’s was more of the cockney accent of. But I’m getting ahead. Neighbour – nothing to write home about, 45+, medium tits, never dressed sexily, BUT, I had fantasised endlessly about what I’d like to do with her. And I’d realised that her daughter, Hannah, had just reached 16, so she suddenly entered my fantasies too. I’d thought she was much younger, mainly because of her complete absence of tit-meat. How nice it would be to work on the two together, make each one watch while I did the other. Now this was obviously never going to. The loneliness had retreated, leaving her soft brown eyes wide and clear. She nodded, happy, somewhat embarrassed, and, god help her, still a bit aroused."So did I. And in this house, that counts for a lot. We don't make judgments -- at least not of the type you're used to, and we try to love each other and see to each other's needs."Joan stiffened in his arms and he knew she'd seen Jane approaching. She tried to cover herself, but Ken wouldn't let her."You have nothing to hide from Jane," he. Steve can show me so I can tell my future husband how to do whatever it is that he does.’ ‘Let’s not make a big deal out of this, everyone,’ warned Paula. ‘Steve, you’ll be staying here until your meds are gone, which will be next weekend. I insist that you two do not repeat that performance in this house. That was just too intense. Someone might call the police. Now sit down and have a good breakfast. I shudder to think what it’ll be like around here when Steve gets his strength back!’ ‘Steve,.