"Daddy, stop! Please, Daddy, don't touch me there!" Shut up you little whore! You let every other man in town stick his fingers in your slutty cunt, n...w it's my turn." He pushed one finger into my tight hole and found it dry and unyielding. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. When he pulled them out, they were slimy and dripping with his spit. He put his hand in my crotch again, this time shoving all four fingers into my cunt at once. He spit on his hand and pushed, trying. Nevermind bathroom break. Damn! I polish off my drink and head home. My bmw Z3 convertible looks empty with no one in the passenger seat. Once home I start thinking about the girl next door. Yes we all have one or for the ladies the guy next door. I'm in the shower thinking she needs milk or sugar or sex and comes to me to find it, she pushes her way into my apartment and drags me to the bedroom for a fun, raunchy sexathon. No sooner than the thought hit me i hear the door. Thinking this was. Likewise I said that I would like to have a wife like her and would like to fuck her hard. She did understand the inside meaning of it which meant I wanted to fuck her. She didnt talk to me for few days. Later, we started again. I used to go to her home when her husband used to go to office. I take every chance of touching her. I used to feel her breasts while taking the baby from her hands and giving it back.One fine day she was putting clothes in washing machine and her husband was away from. ." "It's okay. You've got stuff to do, to clean. It's okay. See yuh next time," I said. I had her feeling guilty or so I thought. But now she did something unexpected: she turned the tables on me. "Mike. If you like me a little, I mean again. Maybe you'd like, maybe you'd consider, you know, coming home. What do you think?" she said. "Well, I—" "Yes?" "Not yet," I said. "Not yet." I'd almost caved; that scared me. "Okay, Mike. Okay." We gave each other a little wave and she left. The odd.