Fantasizing about how she was playing with herself...imagining us playing together..."helping" each other cum. Eventually, I was fortunate to learn th...t lending a neighbor a helping hand can also have exceptionally stimulating benefits... I had finished helping Jenny rearrange some of her furniture and put together a new futon couch for her living room. She thanked me with a cold margarita, and offered to make dinner for me. I teased that a massage was really the only other thing I needed, and. "Do you get bored being in here all night?" "Yes. But no one else will do it" She paused for a moment then said "I like to read stories, it passes the time" "What kind of stories do you like? "I like the old stories from my country, they're exciting" "Fantasy stories of handsome princes and romantic encounters, that sort of thing?" I replied She laughed nervously and turned back to the items on the shelf , as she bent forward to reach items at the back, her loose cotton trousers momentarily. 'You're not just out of prison are you?' He looked worried and stern, as though he were about to give me a lecture on morals. 'No, no, nothing like that. I'm just trying to start again after my marriage broke down; it's tragic really, but I'm determined to get on with my life and re-build it. So I arrive at your shop this fine Tuesday afternoon. Could I see the flat please?' I was determined I was not going to say too much.He went back into the store room and returned with keys, then grumbled. I just shrugged my shoulders andput my arms up. Beth reached up and slipped the dress over my head.Then she told me to reach forward and she slipped the arms on me. Thedress had little heart shaped buttons in the back, which she did up.Then she adjusted the skirt and fluffed out the petticoats.If the panties, camisole and tights felt good, the dress was delicious.That is the only way I can describe the feeling. It swished and swirledas I moved. The lacy petticoats rubbed against my smooth.