I opened it and my across the street neighbor, dressed in running gear slipped in.Without a word he headed down into my basement."Am I the only one co...ing or just the first?" he asked.I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him."I miss the days when it was just you and me fucking up a storm," he said. He picked up the remote and pointed it towards the big screen TV on the back wall."Nick, don't," I said sharply."You mean to tell me that it's okay for me to fuck your pussy and your mouth any time. She had another orgasm, and her legs started shivering.I made her grind her ass with my dick, making me cum. She let go of the skirt as I came and let out a huge moan. I held her hair and pulled her head back as she was moaning. She ran her hand on her neck onto her tits and squeezed her nipple, which was so erotic.She then pulled her skirt up, got off my dick, and a huge load of white cum popped out. It was dripping from her pussy. She turned to me, lifted her skirt, spread her legs and asked. "Ryan let out a little chuckle at that despite himself.He had to admit that it was pretty funny, and knowing her she probably had it written down somewhere under the heading, “Things to say if Ryan mentions blackmail”.She leaned back, and gave him a crooked smile, “Oh did you like that?” she asked mischievously. Ryan's body stiffened, and he took a stern expression as he said, “Okay Ginger, you've got me. What do you want?”She leaned her head, and shoulders back away from him, and said with a. “Because I'm good at it,” she said, a trace of pride in her voice. “My daddy taught me to rustle. My momma died from consumption when we were young, so he raised us best way he knew how. Lettie didn't pick it up the way I did. She always just wanted to watch. But I love it. He was killed in an Indian raid three years ago. I had to take care of Lettie, and this was the only way I knew how. I wasn't gonna whore, and I wasn't about to let Lettie whore. So here I am.” Jake listened to her talk, the.