"Okay."Tiffany pressed back against me again and slowly moved her ass up and down. I exhaled hard and was transfixed by the sensation against my dick....What's wrong?" she asked."What?" I said disconcerted."You gasped. Is something wrong?" She ground harder against me. My dick became full strength."No, no." Are you sure?" Yeah, I'm sure," I quickly insisted. "I'm alright."She dropped the driver and turned around in my arms. She pushed her body against me wrapping her arms around my back in a. I pushed myself closer to the edge of the machine in order to give myself a corner to grind against. The change in surface was immediately beneficial. I crossed my legs tighter and gripped down harder. My panties were soaking, causing droplets of my own juices to run down my legs and drip from the tips of my toes onto the floor.I felt something building inside me, something I’d never felt before, something brand new.‘What was it? Should I stop? NO!’The washing machine slowed down. I was so. "Because you're a dumbass for cheating on your wife with this bitch!" She shot back.I was a little confused by this remark. I sat silent for a few minutes, taking in the reality that my neighbor had been spying on me. I was scared she would tell my wife. I don't know what I'd do if I lost her. Then again it is my fault. I was the dumb fuck who's been cheating. "I know what you're thinking." Amanda began. "You want these photos to be destroyed. You're terrified that I'm gonna tell your wife. She seemed just as nervous as i was when she got in, she said hello and then gave me a shy smile. 'Ok, here we are' i muttered. she giggled nervously 'we sure are, so where to?' I almost blurted out that this couldn't happen but in the end i just started driving. We hardly talked on the way to my place, just some chit-chat about her day at work. she was wringing her fingers and kept shifting her feet . Every time she moved her feet she drew the attention to those long sexy legs. from the.