"My pleasure." was her reply. I called Carol from Atlanta on Wednesday evening. After a few "I love you' s" on the phone I told her I had just returne... from a strip club. She seemed a little upset but I assured her nothing had happened and her performance on Sunday was much much better than what I saw at the club. She understood. She went on to say that a new neighbor had moved in next door on Monday. She went on to say he had come by Monday evening, introduced himself and asked to borrow some. You don’t have to avoid me or my café. I like you Jon.”I could have fallen into those eyes. They always mesmerized me and I could feel their pull and attraction. I wanted to hold her, kiss her, and make love to her again. But I was still unable to forgive myself. “Thanks, Lily. I always liked you. I just don’t think it’s in the cards for us.”“What’s not in the cards? We can’t even say hello? You can’t even stop by and visit my café for lunch? No, I don’t buy it. You are not over what happened. And based on earlier, I figured that wouldn’t take long.Indeed, as I was giving her length after long length at quite a pace, her hand was now flying back and forth vigorously over her now exposed clit. I reckoned my girth in such a tight little hole was working on her g-spot well as she was now moaning and groaning, shaking her head from side to side and pushing her ass up off the edge of the seat from time to time.I was getting close to the edge now too, her tight chute giving better friction. “Yes,” I lied.“Who was she? names, dates,” Claire was teasing me, but I didn’t realize that.I got a little nervous and said I couldn’t remember.“Look, I am flattered, Matt. I am just busting your chops. I may be available this Friday at 8pm. I’ll let you know this week, okay? But I do have one question,” she said. I told her to ask, and she said, “I thought I saw you talking to Stacy Sterling today,” she said.I assumed Sterling was Stacy’s last name. I shrugged and said, “You told me you only.