Gabe turned and stumbled out the front door, bare feet slapping on the sidewalk outside as he ran down the block.When he finally got a few blocks away... he stopped, gasping, standing in nothing but a bathrobe. With no money, or clothes, or phone. Thrown out of his own house. And it was his house! He should be filled with rage! He should be furious!Instead, he burst into tears, his body shaking uncontrollably as sobs of misery and rejection ripped through him.Gabe pressed the buzzer on the. The real estate broker, I recalled, had said something about my next-door neighbors. The lady of the house was an attractive blonde, Jenny, married to somebody named… Lewis, or Lawrence, or… totally blank… I think she called him ‘Guy’ for some reason. He, however, was the last thing on my mind at this point. ‘Damn,’ I muttered to myself, ‘who is this foxy lady?’ As that thought tripped across my mind my eyes wandered up toward a pair of pretty legs, silken panties, jutting breasts and hard. Don, Glenn and I circled her torso and began to stroke ourselves. Brian re-inserted himself into her pussy and started to fuck her while we prepared to coat Tracy with more cum. Glenn popped first, blanketing her tits and belly with his load. She moaned with delight as that hot spurt hit her creamy white skin. She smeared it into her belly and tits. Don went next, coming on her face and neck, giving her a pearl necklace that rivaled a Peter North cumshot. I could take no more and followed. Suddenly we were both a touch awkward, knowing what we were there to do but unsure where to start. Deciding to try to reassert some control over the situation, I reached out and started unbuttoning Steven's shirt. His chest was mostly smooth, with just a hint of fuzz in the centre. With the lights still on, I could appreciate the muscle definition in his shoulders and torso that I'd never noticed before, and I briefly wondered where he had achieved that, as he hadn't spent much time in the gym.