To be honest for the last two days while out of town, I hadn’t even thought of her. I would really have felt bad, if she called me, but she didn’t... It seemed as though we didn’t have any string that forced us to keep each other in mind.I absolutely admit that I had missed Alison. When you are twenty, then ten years doesn’t seem to matter. I was fifty five and Alison was at least sixty five. Sure I thought about it. We had to be more practical, but we didn’t have to hide our heads in the sand.I. She reached over and turned off the pancakes.Sarah started to rotate her hips against Jamie's ass as she kept kissing along the side of her neck. Sliding her hands down, with one hand she raised Jamie’s t-shirt, and with the other Sarah began to massage her lover’s slit.Jamie's knees begin to weaken as she pushed herself onto Sarah's fingers. She tilted her head back to rest on Sarah's shoulder. As her wetness increased, Sarah slid one finger inside. “I love your fingers inside me,” she. Please do NOT add me as a friend as I get so many IM's its impossible for me to keep up with everyone so my friends list is for family only.On to the story...She Wants The NeighborMy daughter Lindsey and I had been on our own for about two years when I took a transfer to south Florida. We spent three days driving all over Fort Lauderdale trying to find a house and finally happened on one on a quiet cul-de-sac. It was perfect, had a pool (a requirement in south FL), was 20 minutes from her. And betweenhis legs, I could see a pussy-wig, masking the last trace of his truesex.He saw my eyes on him and his blush spread over the rest of his body."Pleese, Hannah." He tried crossing his arms. "Hurry up and give mesomething to wear!" One slave-girl outfit coming right up," Hannah said. "Better put theshoes on first.... My, those heels are high, aren't they? Do they pinchmuch? Well, it won't be for long, Dear. Now let me strap this leatherwaist-cinch on you... Mmm... tight... there! Now.