“Why do you think they want me there?” she asked, then scampered up the roof to hop onto one of the turrets.“They didn’t request you specifica...ly.” Mike stood just below the turret now. “I was just wondering if you wanted to go with me. There’s supposed to be dancing and music, and I thought you might enjoy getting out of the house for a bit.”She stopped on the edge of the turret, then turned around. “What kind of music?”“I have no idea,” he told her, then turned to look over the yard. “It’s. He still wondered how it was that his garage had become the meeting place for everyone.The young couple with the two kids was there. The wife was busy watching over the kids and making sure that they didn’t get into mischief. The husband was standing off by himself trying not to be noticed. Beverly Smith, the woman who had run the extension cord to the house next door, was seated on the couch. Wanda Johnson, the woman who lived across the street from him, was at the crock pot stirring the. I don’t know why, but I have a feeling he hides a banging body under there, and possibly a thick, juicy, treat for me! I got out of the office late; as usual I was tired, grumpy, and horny. It had been weeks since my last mind blowing orgasm. My boyfriend was out of town and my hand was beginning to resent me. I had thrown all of my toys away [jealous boyfriend] and now I was left to my own devices. This wasn’t the first time, either; he works out of town and more often. The ringing was putting him off. His erection still hard and jutting out visibly under his pajamas he trotted downstairs.He didnt care if the postman noticed-- maybe it would teach him not to keep ringing doorbells if people didnt want to answer .Danny flung the door open but to his surprise there was Veronica, one of his mums best friends."Hi Danny " she smiled, "your Mum said I might have to ring several times to get you out of bed" .She was holding a large pot plant "I said i would drop.