I pulled my boxer shorts up and adjusted them as well as possible, pulling the front of my t-shirt down to hopefully cover my erection.As soon as I go... up and turned around I realized I was in trouble. It was my neighbor, the talker. She's short and wide, with curly red hair, about 40-45 years old if I had to guess. She was standing there in her blue scrubs holding a package and looking at me wide eyed. "This came to my house by mistake," she said. "Am I disturbing anything?"I tried to. He seems reluctant at first but agrees when I promise to make it worth his while. I had changed as soon as I got home, and am now wearing the shortest skirt I own and a tight blouse unbuttoned almost all the way. I didnt bother with panties or a bra, I am on a strict schedule. As I sit talking with James, I reveal to him what I witnessed earlier that night. He told me how sorry he was and wished there was something he could do to help. Oh there is something&hellip, What? I want you to fuck me.. Plus I like you, and I'd never push you to do something I wasn't sure you'd enjoy..."#4: A few minutes later, Julia amused me by walking in without knocking. I was licking Pat at the time, and when she saw Julia coming, she tried to close her legs. I thought it would be more 'educational' to prevent that, so I put my head back between her legs and carried on licking. Pat made a half-hearted struggle, but I had my arms around her legs so she was helpless short of making a major scene. Lily was. She hated them all, those men who thought they could rule the world, and her husband wasn't immune. Niko was worst of all. He was supposed to have been her partner in life, but he'd taken off for parts unknown and had left her to her fate. If she ever got out of this mess, she was going to send him packing. She had lived the last eight years without him; she could certainly manage the rest of her life alone.So lost she was in her inner turmoil, an explosion some distance downstream barely.