I went to my bedroom and crawled onto my bed.At the head of my bed was my window and i looked out and up a small hill was my neighbors house.My neighb...r was a older man in his sixties,tall with a medium build a rather good looking man.When ever he saw me he was always polite and eager to make conversation with me. I glanced around for a moment and saw him out in the side yard of his house.I watched what he was doing,some small yard work.As i watched on,still worked up from my shower I started. He looked at me and smiled, stroking his cock. “Howmuch cum can you hold? You look sad cause theystopped,” he said. I opened my eyes and looked at him, then moved my assup and down as if to respond. “You want more?” heasked, his eyes lighting up and his cock springing upharder. “Mmmmmm mhmmmmm,” I managed to get out past the cockin my mouth, then moved my ass up and down again toemphasize the point. This brought another shower ofcum to land on my back from. Usually single, not eager to mingle, quiet, considered, more socially reserved—or so she imagined. He’d moved away shortly after she’d fallen hard for Matt. Something Michael, of course, had been implicated in. Perhaps he had even orchestrated it. And now they saw little of him, and heard mere whispers—driven, accomplished, successful, her mother in law dropped hints subtle enough to break the tiled floor of the kitchen, ever failing to annoy the hell out of Matt. Was he going to Iraq to show. She loved it. Then she stood up only to straddle me. She looked into my eyes with great intensity. It was becoming a replay of our first time. She reached down and guided me inside. She settled down taking me deep inside and then she swiveled her hips. She began to rise and fall in long slow strokes. I brought my hands up and caressed her breasts. She continued to look deep into my eyes. I found myself feeling more and more loved. She was squeezing my lingam and it was lingam, the wand of.