Diane was in my bed before midnight. Every night for five nights she slipped into bed with me. I worked in the basement all five nights before bedtime...working on the bed I was constructing. The sixth night I saw her get into her car about seven. She was dressed to the nines. That was a misnomer. She was definitely a number ten. Did I like it? What do you think? Was Diane playing a game? There was no way for me to tell. I was miserable, but my neighbor next door would never know.I did get some. Her hand still grasped the base of his shaft, gently pumping up and down. “Please Sir, please don’t let your men hurt them. I’m begging you.” She stared up into his eyes, imploring him with every fiber of her being.“Hmm. Your plea is persuasive, bitch, but it would be MORE persuasive if your pussy was clenched around my cock. Jump up.” He lifted her into the air as she wrapped her legs around him. She felt the egg-shaped tip of his cock brush against her labia. Then she was poised above his. "You made good time," she said. "Get in here."There was no mistaking her invitation and my semi hard on went to full blown when she opened up the blankets and revealed that though there was a chill outside she was wearing only a very tiny pair of lacy panties as she slept. Her look at me was filled with love, and lust and almost hunger, as she treated me to one of her toothy little smiles."Hell no, not on your life, you'll have to wait until we get home," I said, "The bus is leaving in 3. This served to, quite literally, force my hand. While continuing the kiss I removed my gloves before I reached down to find the button and zip of his trousers, then undoing them. I thrust my right hand into his boxers and felt that his cock was already getting hard. I wrapped my hand around it and gently pumped it, feeling it harden even more. He returned the action, reaching forward to lift my dress and quickly sliding a cold hand inside my tights and knickers. I felt his finger plunge in and.