My writing is a super intelligent process.So feel free to weigh in, most Constructive Reader, let me know what you do and don't like. Shoot me any ide...s or directions you might have. They have certainly helped in the past and I welcome the interaction.Full disclosure; I am considering moving some of my writing to other online platforms. All open-access and free-to-read, of course. The stories published here will be my unwitting test material as I check out different sites by posting them there.. I could see through a small gap my next-door neighbor dressed in a black bikini spread-eagled on the lawn with her hands between her legs … “That’s Curious”! I thought … why that name?, Well I’d seen her several times before, as her and her husband had just moved in, and each time she’d say ”Hello!” and I would say “I’m curious, but what’s your name?”, she smiled and pouted “Hummm, call me curious, James”, “OK!”, I said, strange name I thought, anyway, on with the story … Curious had her hands. A tiny voice commanded me to make Skip stop. But I was powerless against the pent up urges and antificaption that Skip's magic fingers were releasing. Then, from somewhere far away, I realized another voice was demanding my attention. "I see you still love my Brown Betty," Aunt Wendy was saying, watching me with a conspiratorial grin. "Oh, my Goodness, yes!" I blurted. "It just keeps getting better and better." From the corner of my eye, I saw a mischievous sparkle in Skip's eyes as his. Now that the issue had been decided, he regretted his suggestion that they pick a stranger. Heather had some really hot girlfriends, any one of which he'd love to fuck.The thought of her girlfriends and her statement that if she hadn't been his sister, that Connie would've been her first choice got him to thinking. Seeing that she had admitted to once being with one of her girlfriends, could she and Connie ever have... ?Heather interrupted his train of thought and the image that accompanied it.