At least not until she stops running and starts eatting some Big Macs. But I could watch my online big girls, jerk off and be just fine.Then the house...next door to us sold and I realized I was in trouble. I was standing at the mail box when she followed the moving van into her drive. The elderly couple who used to live there had moved out several months ago, and this was my first view of our new neighbor. She stepped out of her Cadillac and took a look around the neighborhood. She saw me. I arrived at exactly 2pm the next day and was greeted at the door of an ordinary looking semi-detached house by a extremely tall and beautiful young girl, around 20 years old dressed in a low cut white blouse, short pleated skirt, hold up stockings and 6” high stiletto heeled patent leather shoes, making her around 2 inches taller than me. She told me to wait in the hall and mistress would see me shortly. After five minutes the girl returned and showed me through to the sitting room, stood in. Not a problem. I was quite drunk. I got the nightgown on and fell into the guest bed, and was out in nothing flat.I woke up with a tremendous hangover and a huge amount of confusion. It took me a few moments to realize why I felt weird, and Gina's manipulations all came back. It made my headache even worse. But an hour later, after a shower and numerous asperins, I was feeling better. The shower was interesting. It was the first chance to explore my new body, and that was a highly unique. I messaged PaleWriter again. Dinner at my place?Things went better this time. He loved my lasagna and my kitty Tiger liked him. We played some gin rummy and watched some TV, but still no spark. I had decided that after the show ended I would ask him to go home and then I would go to bed, alone once again.Then I saw it: a dark movement along the baseboards near the TV. A mouse! Where was Tiger? Nowhere to be seen, of course.PaleWriter hadn't seen the mouse yet, but had turned toward me when I.