So I let it go down a little to be able to walk over to her house, but still almost a full hardon. When she answered the door she immediately looked a... my shorts, staring at my crotch. My hard cock forced the thin shorts to stick out and it was obvious I had a hardon under the shorts. “You ready Betty?. It’s hot today so I wore some cooler shorts. They’re ok I hope.”‘They look fine. You might as well be comfortable doing these jobs for me”My little old neighbor really gave my crotch the once. Even as she was still in the last throes of her climax she started sucking and stroking my cock again. Urgently, desperately, she was trying to fuck my cock with her mouth. And now she wanted her reward. She was stroking me so hard I lost control in a matter of moments, and abandoned my fate to her hunger for cum. She finally sensed the impending eruption, pausing only to add to the commentary herself. “Come in my mouth. Please. Tell me you want to come in my mouth. I want you to tell me to. They were fingers that I was not used to feeling against my flesh; thick probing fingers searching my most intimate place. They were a strangers fingers and I groaned and parted me thighs to allow him more access. It only lasted a few seconds as we heard voices above us but it was long enough. I drove away with an excitement that I had never felt before and with Abe following carefully behind. Once inside the door I headed straight up the stairs with Abe following. Part way up his hands. "Well, how bad is it?" She's not stuttering anymore, darling. I can't say that's a bad thing at all." You know what I mean," he said."Don't ask questions you might not like the answers to," was her response.In the parking lot Jennifer leaned into Bob and he put his arm around her."Can I drive again?" she asked."I guess so," he said."I want to feel your hands on me again." I think you're turning into a nymphomaniac," said Bob, smiling."Would you rather I stutter ... or be a nymphomaniac?"Bob.