This was something I'd not seen since I was at school, many, many years earlier. This was about my neighbours. They're about mid forties, very prudish... I always thought. She dresses quite matronly, works in the library. He's an accountant. Get the picture. We live in bungalows, totally secluded. One night, I was in the garden. About 11 ish. Their bedroom light came on. Curtains not quite shut. I couldn't see in from where I was but I was drawn to have a peek. I got over the low fence and made. "Thank you, Dad," he said quietly. "I always knew you were pretty special but now I know you're very special."Ralph smiled and patted his back.Jenny was next. "Well done, Dad," she whispered in his ear as she hugged him. "Nell's so proud of you. Mum would have been too." Mum wouldn't have had to contend with Matt," he whispered back."Don't worry, my darling Dad. Helen's seen him off in no uncertain fashion."Tilda was next. Gwynedd's inclination had been to pack her off to bed but had been told. My aunt, on my mother’s side, just had a baby with a great Indian man, Taji. He teaches us how to speak Punjabi and loves to show us how to make authentic Indian food. So there you go. That’s me. You forgot to tell them that you’re one quarter asshole too. ‘What did I just tell you?’ ‘Don’t barge into my room as if this is your place. But since you want to start something, let me hand that ass over to you.’ ‘Talking all that shit again. I’m tired of your mouth.’ ‘I’m tired of your shit. If you. “Do you like my cock? Does it turn you on?”Juliette is hung and thick. Seb and I are nine and eight-inches when erect, she is only semi-erect and very impressive as we both make mental comparisons. Her cock with lots of trimmed, jet-black pubic hair, framed by her stockings and garter belt has Seb and I searching for superlatives as we ogle it.“Do you like my cock? Does it turn you on?,” she asks again, now fully erect and pointing up at forty-five degrees as she teases it with her.