She lives next door, alone. She shaves. “Oh, have you had your lunch?” She asks. I helped her bring her groceries to her house. I have this urge to touch her panty so I can slip my hand and finger her. She stood and sat on my lap. And she moans. “It’s growing.” She says it out of breath. She gets up and wears her bathrobe again. Because that’s what my parents did. I started massaging her thighs. Okay? “You’re cumming.”
I grab her through her thighs. And she moans. The lights in the living room are still open so I knock. The lights in the living room are still open so I knock. This time without any clothes on. She removes her bathrobe, exposing her breast and panty. But she opens her eyes, and grinning. “Want me to continue?” I asked. Every Time there’s an occasion, we just stay in her living room. She lets me have relationships with others while I keep her my secret affair.
