Her son was playing out with his friends. When I was talking with her, she got that smell. She asked suspiciously what that smell from your body. Then... I decided to tell about my passion for massage but I wanted her to ask for more questions about it. So, I said the smell is nothing, and made a look that I got caught. She realizing something fishy, insisted again as I expected.Here comes the time to trick her so I can massage her. I said, I am a part time masseuse, came directly after a massage. The bras got pushier. The panties went from boy shorts to thongs. The makeup got heavier.I went from the girl next door to the hot girl next door to the slut next door depending on the day and Caleb's mood. Initially, I dressed up only for him and it felt fantastic. I felt desired, empowered. I was somebody else. Caleb really loved and wanted me, or so I thought until the day we went to the mall to hang with his boys.Caleb wanted me to go dressed like the slut next door. I wanted to go like my. The diesel complained but turned over and fired. As I watched the gauges, I heard that voice again."Dave? Is there something wrong?" Michelle's soft voice startled me from my thoughts."Nothing wrong. I just need to keep the motor from freezing up. I am going to leave it running the rest of the night, but we won't have much light. The generator can't run, so we are on the engine lights."I turned to get out of the seat and was struck with the sight of Michelle's long perfect legs. She had shed. Can you taste him yet? Thoughtyou could. Now stick your tongue right in. Pull back, show me...ha! Iknew he left a big load up there, now lick it all up, swallow it down.What kind of man eats another's load out of his girlfriend? A sadpathetic loser, just like you Jen! One with a tiny little prick. Do agood job and I might let you get it from the source. Just think, a hard,shiny cock in your mouth. You'd love that, wouldn't you Jen?"He was getting better at sucking me. It's been nearly a month.