By the greeting, I could tell it was Pam, the vivacious and very outgoing neighbor, from down the street. Their conversation was light and giggly. Th...n I heard Pam remark, “I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but the look on his face when he realized I didn’t have on any panties was simply priceless.” I repositioned myself to capture more of the conversation. Unfortunately, the walls in our house don’t lend themselves to eavesdropping very well. I couldn’t hear Marianne’s side of the. She closed the door quietly, for a change, and wondered if she was trying to be sneaky. It wasn’t intentional to be snoopy, but this was curious. She let her backpack settle next to the door and she listened, again.Then, she heard something. It was faint and upstairs. Feeling a little guilty, she quietly ascended the stairs. It wasn’t even that she trying that hard to be quiet. She was wearing a tight-fitting tee-shirt, jeans, and running shoes. The shoes were just naturally quiet, but she. “Ugh! Please don’t do this!” she managed to say through my hand.“Mmm, Kelly! You’re such a good piece of ass! I knew the very moment I met you that I was going to fuck you.”“Mop it,” Kelly yelled under my hand.So, I bent over, pulled her cheek to mine, and whispered in her ear, “I want to look into your beautiful blue eyes in the mirror as I fuck you. Then watch the expression on your face when I shoot off.“Mmm!” She screamed under my hand, but I kept fucking her hard for at least ten minutes.. I do actually getback to the school more often than you'd think. Sometimes, they have askedme to fill in at the front desk, help out if they have an especially largegraduation ceremony, stuff like I that. I like going back to see some ofmy friends, and I will never forget my time there.Well, let me let you go, and thanks again for reading the story that pansywrote.Sincerely,Donna DaCunha~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ancillary InformationHello,My name is Misk Marfoney, and I am a tour guide.