” Ronnie giggled in delight and the lightness of her voice made her seem even younger than her twenty-nine years. All Rob knew was that if this kept...up he might cream his jean shorts. Now that would be embarrassing. “Can you give me some more lotion?” Rob held out his hand. He tried to think of something other than having sex with his neighbour. As he continued applying lotion different dream versions of how he would spread Ronnie’s legs were jockeying for first position in his horny brain. Can. ?!?" Yeah, well, what would you do for me?" Anything you like. Would you like me to kiss your ass? I would love to. I would put my tongue on your rose bud. I would do anything you like." You'd kiss my ass? With your tongue? This I gotta see. If you're willing to put your tongue on my ass, then I'll let you have a piece of it. One ground rule: you can't touch my vagina. You have to promise that you wont try to put it in my vagina." I promise." You'd better not be a r****t. I'm keeping my vagina. Instantly I shut my legs around the head in shock and attempt to get away. Masculine hands hold my legs down and open. I make a strangled sound that resembles a wannabe scream. Then the man looks up and smiles. “What the HELL!! You were watching me?!” I feel suddenly humiliated. “Mmmm, from the closet,” he confesses without guilt. Then drops his face to continue to partake in what he felt was nothing less than an invitation moments earlier. The invasion of my privacy, the shock of my secret. I dressed in a low cut vest top, an above knee-length skirt finished off with tan coloured tights and some backless heels. Even at forty years old I still did manage to scrub up well. People often passed remark on that fact that I had the body of someone in my twenties.I got a cab to the pub and met the rest of the girls outside. They were all buzzing about seeing the male strippers. We all went inside and found some seats in the corner of the pub. It was not long before the show started and.