This wasn't right. There is no way I could be back here.I stepped back and shielded my eyes looking up at the house and out to the grounds around it.T...e For Sale sign was in the yard, the door was closed and locked tightly. No lights were on inside. But I had seen a light. I know I had.Well, practicality took precedence over mystery right now. I needed to get out of the rain and cold and if this was the best I could do, well, it would work until the rain stopped. I dug into my purse and found. .. Oops! Perhaps a little too well. I was now bigger on top than Dianna. I had gone the whole route; salon, then the red calfskin corset and matching thong, sheer black hose, the dress itself, and the jewels. I wouldn't need the coat; it was unseasonably warm for May (this, in a city where it is not unheard of to see snow the second week in June, then ninety-plus degrees by the Fourth of July). I overflowed the bodice provocatively. The skirt fit my tush snugly, too. Then again, if I was. I closed my eyes and let the fantasy play out. “One, two, three” I mutter to myself counting the dandelion patches s**ttered over my lawn. “Every year Joe swears that he’s found the latest and greatest in weed control but the damn things keep coming back!” I say to my next door neighbor, Bill. Bill is a landscaper so I know he’ll have some advice. I‘ve watched him carefully manicure his lawn every Saturday for years. He is very good looking with his brown skin glistening in the sun. So good. He was making me moan and beg him for his cock, which I did a little loudly, apparently I had been doing it too loudly for weeks.The knock on my door brought me out of my haze. I hung up the phone and didn't move. The knocking persisted. I grabbed a robe of mine that only came down to my ass and figured I would use the door to hide my lower half. I heard a deep, sexy voice saying "It's your neighbor, please open up" My neighbor was a hot, older black man, and as I opened the door just a bit, he.