“What can I do for you?” “I’m sorry to call so early but I think the fuse has gone on my kettle and wondered if you had a small screwdriver I ...ould borrow. I can’t function without my morning coffee.”“Yes, I think so,” I said, “come on in, I’ll find it for you.” As he stepped into the hallway, I heard my wife’s voice behind me. “Who is it Mike?” she asked. I turned round to reply and saw that she was already standing in the bedroom doorway and I knew that our new neighbour had seen her too as. In case you are wondering your pretty wife has her fingers buried in her cunt while she watches you give head," he teased.I moaned loudly at the visual and wrapped my hand around his saliva slickened shaft as my head continued to bob over the thick bulbous head. I could hear Alicia moaning louder as she worked herself into a frenzy and her reaction excited me more than I imagined possible. I pumped his cock faster and faster as I noisily slurped and sucked on his drooling cock head."That's it. Andthe big paper hot off the press–mind the ink, it’s still wet!” “And that ain’t all! Lucky Kimbra,” I whispered, “I thinkyour chance has arrived much sooner than expected.” Kimbrajust sort of whimpered. Her real reply was that her pussy nearlyinstantly became even juicier than ever. And her tongue startedwhirling like a blender blade. Stephen set everything in the kitchen and then returned,sort of peering down the hallway towards the. I didn't see any issue with it, after all, that was their job. They were paid to have sex with horny guys such as myself. One ad, in particular, caught my eye after I read and then dismissed the other girls. I asked one of the servers for a pen and paper and quickly scribbled down the details of the ad for this girl. I dashed back up to my room and rang the number I had written. "Hi honey," came the voice of the girl on the other end. Initially, I asked her to have dinner with me that night at.