She saw her neighbour standing there staring at her towel drying her hair. She had caught him looking at her before and it turned her on. She smiled a...d gave a little wave and he just stared. She turned to the mirror and started to brush her hair. A few moments later it happened, her front door was thrown open and he rushed into her small bathroom. He grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth his tongue roaming hers while his hands mauled and squeezed her large breasts. He told her what a. Now, Dawson had no idea how to fold a woman’s bra (his mom had passed away about five years earlier and she always folded her own clothes.) Dawson handed me this heavily padded bra and asked me to fold it. I looked at it, smiled, and said, “Now, I’m all for a good over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder.” That comment alone caused Dawson to burst out laughing so I waited for him to compose himself before I continued. “But with all this padding, it’s more like an over-the-shoulder-pebble-holder.” . I started meeting her movements, thrusting slightly on my own, fully enjoying her kneeling before me. The sensation was so different -- so tender, but at the same time so vulgar - and the situation that brought me there was so unexpected that I quickly felt a familiar tightness building deep inside me. I tried to focus elsewhere to slow down and extend the pleasure she was giving me, but she must have sensed the same thing as she squeezed my cock a little tighter and drove me a little faster.I. Laughing, she told him he must be kidding.His strong arms began on her shoulders and arms, then moved down to her lower back. In case he was in doubt about her intentions, she gave him a playful tug. Moving to the other end of the table, he began on her legs with long powerful strokes that went from ankle to buttocks. Reflexology certified, he spent about five minutes on her feet, a new one for Sally. Done on the backside, he asked her to turn over. It was another thing she had fantasized.