Shit, I think she is. I moved in to get a better look at what she was doing with her hand, and my head and the window pane collided with a resounding ...thwack. I caught a quick glimpse of Vanessa jumping up from her stool, as I ran and knocked at the front door, hoping I might still be able to salvage the situation. When Vanessa opened the door she was wearing the towel around her waist. Above her pink bodice a rather large expanse of pale, freckled bosom was exposed, heaving deliciously in her. He let her know to expect a guest. When he hung up, he turned to Greg and said, “She’s expecting you.”“Okay,” Greg replied wondering what that meant. He wouldn’t have called his wife to let her know that he was having a surprise visitor. Of course, he didn’t have the nerve to have someone drop by without lots of warning. She would blow a gasket.A few minutes later, Jim pulled into the driveway. Greg knew this was the smallest house in the entire neighborhood. He often wondered why Jim hadn’t. He moves in closer and pushes his precum dripping tip against the window and I quiver with excitement as he begins to stroke in earnest My body is on fire as you thrust hard and deep into me fanning the flames of my orgasm higher, and I know I will explode around your cock soon. Precum is splashing on the window and dripping down my thighs from the force of you plowing my wet pussy and neighbor Steve is licking his lips and fondling his firm balls as we all climb into a heated. ‘Just testing,’ she chuckled. We sat and waited for a further 45 minutes before Monique put in another appearance. She had obviously showered, dried and brushed her hair and borrowed some of the twin’s make-up, I recognised the eye shadow and lipstick as being Lucinda’s colours. I guess she was wearing the clothes that she had worn into town the day before, a tight fitting peach coloured ‘boob tube’ style top beneath a short white cotton jacket, the same skin tight white jeans she had worn on.