“This should be better” she said.“why is it every man I meet has a neighbour who listens to him?” she muttered as she brought out two mugs of ...offee.So we ended up talking for a couple of hours finding out we had a lot in common, every woman I had been with either had, issues or was just wanting a quick fuck. I know on a few occasions I had pulled girls who one of my mates chatted up. So after that we decided to go to bed, it was a bit novel having a good looking mature woman naked beside me.. "You talk some more and dance some more, then he offers to give you a lift home. When you get home he comes inside with you. And then after some more talk he kisses you." You think that I'd let another man kiss me?" Maybe you were upset over me not being there." Okay so he kisses me. I resist a bit. He tells me how sexy I am. Are you sure you want to go on with this?"I told her I did, turned on that she was picking up on the story."I hesitate and he feels my tits, I tell him not to do that. He. She was wondered where she could be without money or friends where to go.Doorbell woke her up from her toughs and, when she opened the door, she just found a box with her name. She opened the box, almost chocking for some dust that came out, making her sniff and sneeze, and found a DVD, a vibe dildo and an envelope. With curiosity, thinking about some stupid joke, she wanted open the envelope but she read on “OPEN AFTER THE VIEW”. She started the DVD reader and the happy face of her daughter. "C'mon, you guys. This is a school, for Chrissakes. Take it somwhere else."I knew that voice. The guy in the other stall knew it, too. The tone was friendly, but the last thing we wanted to do was make it mad.I could hear the guy on the other side of the partition getting himself back in order, same as I was doing. Lynne was being remarkably calm about the whole thing and I watched as she stepped out of her powder blue thong and hung it on the peg on the back of the stall door. Some kid was.