.." but she squeezed them like she was kneading cookie dough. A shot of agony made me howl, but that only seemed to bring a smile to her face"You sque...l like a slut !" she said. Oh my god..who was this woman?! It seemed like seeing me dress up girly had awoken a potty-mouthed nymphomaniac in her.She continued fondling my balls, and with the other palm, started stroking my shaft. It was already up tight and her expert touch made it hard as a rock. I was oozing pre-cum. I would rather have licked. That kiss led to another, which led to my holding her waist in my hands and kneading my fingers into the small of her back. I raised my hands to her shoulder-blades to hold her to me above the waist and pressed my hips – and a part of me that she had drawn sight unseen – against her below the waist. My hands returned to the small of her back and my fingers dipped below the waistband of her skirt to find the bottom of her blouse and pull it up. I touched the bare skin of her back, there and soon. I pretended not too look. After sometime he came next to me but before he could speak, my bus came and I got in. But he too followed me and he got in the same bus and sat next to me. I didn’t look at him but something told me that he was staring at my blouse. I got down and he followed me till my house and disappeared. The next day I had no courage of going out after what happened. When it was about 10, I heard bell ring. Thinking it to be my friend Radha, I opened and to my horror, he was. It was a woman and she was opening a refrigerator next to the window. I didn't have any lights on, just the TV, so I figured what the heck. Getting out of bed, I spread the sheers wide and put the extra pillows on the window sill to block my neighbor on my floor from seeing me in the reflection in the window directly across from us. The woman looked to be about thirty with shoulder length blond hair. She had on a yellow blouse and blue jeans and was talking on the phone as she poured herself a.