Still nothing.I made my way down the stairs. I was not a happy neighbor. I banged on the apartment door below mine. I was ready to unload of my neighb...r, whom I had never taken the time to meet, when the door opened and “Mr. McDreamy” peered back at me.The first words out of his mouth were, “I’m sorry, I didn't know how late it was.”He was in his mid-thirties and had a square jaw line, a little facial stubble, jet black hair and steely blue eyes. GQ Quarterly lived under me and I didn’t even. "Sorry," said Bill as she tried to reclaim her personal space again. "Would you prefer I stand up?" No," Karen said, a little breathy as she felt the bare skin on her leg, touching his. "It's too hot to stand." Thanks," said Bill as he put his arm behind her back on the top of the bench to avoid accidentally rubbing her breast with his arm or shoulder. "This must be a junior-sized bench," he laughed.Karen laughed as well. She liked the sound of Bill's laugh; it wasn't boisterous or loud, just. He sees and rubs himself hard. I am eye level with his cock and start to reach for it. And she says no. So I back off. She stops with the other guy and comes over to me. She says that he is not allowed to have anyone play with his cock, not even himself and slaps him across the ass really really hard for touching himself. I tell her I'm sorry, I didn't know what the game was. She says no game. He is a pleaser and that is all. He gets pleased when I say it is time for it. I'm cool with that so. "Just the one about how old you are." I'm twenty-one," Kennedy said with a laugh. "How many sixteen-year-olds can do this?" She pressed down on the cockpit and assumed what a gymnast would call the "pike" position, her legs parallel with the ground. She went to a handstand, then did a double flip, dismounting to the side of her car."I see an Olympic career ahead of you," he told her. "Unless you crash and burn in a qualifier." You have to understand, I have real problems when it's me following.