Her long brown hair whipped behind her as she presented herself at the screen door. Her tits bounced slightly as she welcomed the man inside. “Hello... Sir, welcome to our house,” she said. She knew him. She had seen this man several times over the last few years. She never bothered to learn his name.“Hi Cheyenne, why are you acting so polite?” he asked. He was balding, a little frumpy, and obviously a man who worked with his hands for a living. He was probably a mechanic or something.“My name is. Theresa wassurprised at the redhead again, but returned the kiss with vigor andfollowed with a hug."So there it is, we're your neighbors," my mind spontaneously sang musicsimilar to the opening of 'The Simpsons', "The Lesbians".Peggy, we knew, was a busybody similar to the old Dana Carvey characteron Saturday Night Live, the Church Lady. We may have been rocking herworld but eventually the news was going to hit the street. The redheadin me was running with this but it felt so freeing. I had. The wind and tide carried me eastward, and as the day wore on I could glimpse on either side wooded hills through the rain, mist, and fog.My forward motion slackened with the wind, and I headed for the banks of the mighty river as the tidal forces reversed. I did not wish to be carried again over that violent turbulence at the river's mouth! I managed to draw the boat up under some trees, and tip it over on it's side, providing a roof. I wrapped myself in a scrap of canvas, and was soon. I turned my head to look at his surprised face, “Look what you did to me?” I said.I was not wearing my panties the whole day, and he was amazed to see my wet pussy squeezed between my legs. I jiggled my ass a bit to seduce him even more.“Do you want my pussy?” I asked him seductively.“Hell yeah,” he replied with his eyes popped out of his socket.“Then eat me.”He got down on the floor and buried his face between my legs. His tongue touched my hot, wet pussy, and he licked my dripping cunt. I was.