Asper”.“Asper, would you hand me that book?”Seeing how she smiled as she heard me say it, I realized I could never again address her any other w...y. She was toying with a pen on my desk a while later, when suddenly she said: “Let’s write a story together”.She had read most of the stuff I posted, and thought it would be funny to write a quick story about both of us, because it would offer a good opportunity to use gender pronouns.A few moments later, I was reading aloud as I typed:“I looked at. She shifted to draw her face closer to his penis. Her voice then softened, running her eyes up and down the thickening rod: "God, you know what that does to me. Wow, is that terrific. It's really terrific, you know that?" She was using some kind of 60s or 70s lingo or something. I was waiting for her to spring a groovy on him. "God, what it does to me. It really sends me, you know?"Once again I found myself privy to an intimate moment between two neighbors not meant for other eyes. Except this. "You don't have to hold back with me, darling. Savannah will need a gentle touch at first."I nodded and crawled up over her. I planted soft, wet kisses here and there along her abs and on her breasts and nipples. Before my lips found hers, I was pushing against her. Chloe was there, helping to guide me in. As I pressed forward, Chloe's hands roamed over both of us. Yvonne wrapped her legs around me and lifted herself up to meet me. I had just pressed into her fully when Savannah returned. I. As she talked, her fingers continued to undo the buttons on her blouse, exposing the swell of her small apple sized titties. Firm mounds, soft and creamy. So immediately . . . exposed because she wasn't wearing a bra. She pulled the material open and exposed herself to my gaze. I sucked in my breath. She was beautiful. The tiny little nipples were pink and firm. As I looked at her breasts . . . her buds grew hard and extended into larger bumps. "Yes . . . Mandy. You won the bet," I gave in, but.