What was his name? I’ll have to Google it. Norman Rockwell. Yes, that guy.I wasted no time moving in, and it was after I got settled and began to ch...ck out the neighbors that I realized I had hit the jackpot.The place was crawling with men. Good looking, fit men, mostly Air Force types. Across the street, down the street and even on both sides of me.I already told you about my encounter with the neighbor to my right (“Air Force Weenie”) whose frigid girlfriend wouldn’t suck his dick. But the. Her head shook in response to each stroke with such violence that I feared she would hurt herself. Brett, watching his wife deliver stroke after stroke must have had the same idea for he slid a thin pillow under Lynette's head. Still Olga struck with the knout on Lynette's pussy; rhythmically, methodically. The knots hit sometimes on the larger lips, sometimes in between, sometimes on the bone. All of Lynette's skin shone with her sweat. I stretched out my hand to caress her breast, still. I reached up both hands gently holding onto his ass as I watched him sit down on my cock. "Yes... yes yes.... just like that.. just like that.. put it in that ass... come on..." I encouraged him. He got me in him no problem as he let out a loud satisfied moan. he started to ride me as his ass bounced up and down on my raw cock. I slapped his ass and grabbed on, watching him fuck himself. I sat up higher as I lifted his shirt and started sucking his chest. licking him all over while he grabbed. She looked at least ten years younger than her 38 years.I moved swiftly across the room but was given away by the mirror above the buffet. I could see she had spotted me as I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. I pulled her to me and nuzzled her neck, drinking in her scent. The feel of her against me was so erotic that I was instantly hard. I knew she could feel my engorged cock through the silk of her skirt. I also knew she never wore panties. I slid my hands.