She said she had the credit card machine and would teach us how to use it. When she said she would need a phone jack at the counter, all I could think...of was, "One answer creates another problem."The phone guy was playing with Pink and Flower. When he heard what we would need, he said he would have it installed in a jiffy.Jill, Mindy, Fun and I listened carefully to the bank lady then we all practiced doing a transaction. Not difficult but different from watching someone else do it. She taught. It was nice outside and as I looked out my window, there she was again, my neighbors 18 year old daughter. In their backyard, wearing those black short shorts again cavorting with a couple of her friends. As they continued to talk, chat and fool around I kept watching. Sometimes they would wrestle a little and my neighbors daughter continued to show flashes of her hot thighs. I started to get hard in my pants as I watched her and her friends. Rubbing my cock through my jeans as I watched them I. . no I guess not. Oh gee. Oh." Do you like that word? Jugs?'Another wave of redness filled her face as she folded her arms across her chest as she replied, "I'm still having a hard time with the word, 'tits'.'It's okay Marilyn I know you're a little flustered by all this and so am I and I apologize but... I have just loved looking at your tits so often over the years I had to tell you. I know it's wrong.'"Yes Brian, it is wrong." As she spoke, her breathing began to quicken and she folded her. And so, I gave in to my need, dipping my head to softly press my starving lips against the curve of her neck. Her skin was soft, warm, the feel of it against my lips making my knees buckle and my mouth water. She gasped and I froze, fear mixing in with the lust burning within me. But I was here now. I'd gone to a place of no return. I'd already stepped over the boundaries of mother and son; stopping, backing down...it'd be foolish. "Vinnie..." She said in a voice that sounded.