No nothin’ ... it’s like only just bread!” “Please give us your phone number and street address”. “Never mind ... I opened the box upside ...own!”My neighbour. She’s single. She’s shapely. She’s beautiful and she lives right across the street.I can see her place from my kitchen window. I watched as she got home from work this evening. I was surprised when she walked across the street, up my driveway and knocked on the door. I opened the door, she looked at me and said “I just got home, and I have. And I keep driving without a second thought. Reaching the destination I was shocked because it was a farmhouse, an old one. When we get down from the car he says it’s a surprise for me and it’s his friend’s farmhouse and it’s abandoned for years. I run to him and hug him really tight thinking that I can fuck wherever I want. Then he lifted me in his arms and started to kiss me on my lips. He lays me on the hood of my car and starts kissing me really wild. I get in the moment and kiss him. He plowed his fleshy lubricated organ into my other opening reaming my asshole repeatedly with fast and long strokes. It was only then that he delivered a huge load filling me with gushers of cum. I can't remember how many times I came. Time after time I felt myself climaxing, not knowing what sent me over the top. There was just something about being submissive, humiliated and a sex object that was so very fulfilling and erotic. This just might have been the pinnacle of self-awareness! It. As soon as football season was over, the next sport, with usually the same players, went through the same process of pre–play and post–analysis. However the conglomeration of people was not customers who came to purchase Pepper’s merchandise. The genuine customers had problems finding what they wanted with so many people standing around, and they often left without buying anything, remarking they were going to drive to the next town where they could shop in a less congested store. Pepper.