“I’m really sorry to bother you, but I just moved in next door and the movers put the boxes with some of my clothes under a box with dishes in it ...nd I can’t lift the damned thing. Could you please help me? By the way my name is Taylor.” Sure enough, she leads him to the empty house in the back yard. “Fuck,” he thinks. “Now I’ll have to listen to her bitching about the mess for the rest of the month.” At least she’s gorgeous, ice blue eyes, long auburn hair that looks like she just got up, long. It might be my friend Josh that I came with wanting to make sure I got home ok,” I lied. “He’ll understand under the circumstances. Plus he ditched me tonight so let him sweat a little.”We began talking for a little while and got to know each other. She was 25 yrs old, a year younger than me, and has been on her own since she was 21. She used to live with a friend until she got a raise at her job. That is when she moved into this place, and threw parties on special occasions. I told her about. "Good morning," I managed to gasp, almost inanely considering the circumstances. Her tongue circled my clit, tapping it, flicking against it. She pushed one, then two fingers inside me. Spreading them, she scraped along my inside walls. This was definitely superior to my own fingers I was happy to note.I bucked once. My hand had returned to my breast and I pinched and pulled my nipples in the overwhelming excitement Betty's tongue and fingers were producing in me. I lifted my hips, arching and. She was 5'5 about 115 pounds with short brown hair that was always neatly done and she had a 34C chest. Her make-up was done to perfection as well as her nails. To be honest with you to see Mike and Sarah together was a bit of an enigma, but they say opposites attract.Our new home had a scenic view of the L.A. basin and was nestled up in the hills, away from any other house. This was perfect for privacy, so as the night went on and if the music got louder we didn't have to worry about.