"It's me" said Peggy, my neighbor from a few doors down. She's a great looking brunette, about my age. I met her last week in the laundry room and men...ioned that I work on computers. She asked me then if I could help her when her computer is acting up. Since she's never been to my apartment before, I'm guessing that's why she's here now. And, because it's her, I want to answer the door."One second" I yell back. I pause the video and pull up my sweats. I give my cock a few seconds to get soft so. She involuntarily moaned, which made me think of Dan who was in the den down at the end of the hall, but all that was in me wanted to keep fucking her hot pussy. I tore her negligee top and I kept fucking her from behind. She yelped and moaned as I felt myself building up to nutt as I wanted to not get caught and the pussy was dripping and on fire. She stopped moving and I thought that she wanted to stop what was a flirtation gone too far, but she rose and lay on the bed upon her back. She put. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at [email protected]. The drive through the late October countryside was singularly dreary. The rain had started as Olivia. Your mom and I have been married for a little over a year. When Marlene died I felt like a part of me died with her. I lived alone in that big house for over a year before I finally sold it and moved back here. About 2 years ago, your mom and I ran into each other at the grocery store. We went out for coffee, I told her about Marlene and she told me about Peter.’ At the mention of my father’s name, I lowered my head. I didn’t want to think about him. It was because of him that all the trouble.