Recently, Our neighborhood flat was occupied by 3 bachelors, mostly in their late 20s must be 27 or more. They used to work in some or the other compa...ies. As neighbors, we often used to greet each other and soon, we started gelling up together.We often played cards together and had tea and dinner together. Soon I realized my daughter liked one of the guys named Tarun. I was fine with it and never took it seriously. I never stopped my kids from spending time with them.My husband never minded me. She grinded on my fingers, hers interlaced with the bed sheets.“James,” I didn’t need any more warning. I sped up my fingering and flicked her clit once more. She screamed, her pussy juice spraying everywhere. I grinned, looking up at her. “A squirter?”She looked away, obviously embarrassed. “Yeah, I should have- ““That’s really hot.” I lay beside her, also exhausted now. I looked sideways at her. “Hey, hasn’t anyone ever done that for you?“Lacey smiled. “No, but I’ll be asking for it more. I tried pushing him away but I was 5’3” and 108 lbs and he was almost 6’ and who know how much. He reached under my skirt and tore off my panties. I don’t remember him getting his cock out but I do remember feeling it against my leg. That’s when I knew what was going to happen. I couldn’t keep him from getting between my leg and because I had gotten wet from my romantic ideas and because he used all his weight he forced himself all the way into me with one push. I felt like he split. He was slightly disappointed. A rather plain woman with features slightly too narrow to be pretty owned those bilogical marvels of engineering. She had small, high breasts which barely bulged the sports bra she was wearing. Unremarkable brunette hair slipped over her ears to her shoulder, and she was deeply engrossed in the mass market romance treasured in her long-nailed fingers. She looked to be in her early thirties...the telltale signs of small wrinkles here and there indicated a few miles..