He was careful to avoid her center, and I suspected she may have scolded him. Karen had rubbed my cock thru my jeans a time or two, but moved her hand... quickly away each time. I had kissed her a few times, and gotten a couple of boob feels, but she had made it clear that was as far as things were going. I still tried my luck several times, but she stopped me about the same place each time. I observed, with growing awe, that the local kid had now gotten Kellie’s pants open. He was still rubbing. " Geez, that's eleven, twelve years ago," I added."Yes and she's just gotten herself off ever since. Well, except for a woman friend she just told me about. Seems that our neighbor is bi-, another thing we have in common."I knew from the first time I met Lynn all these years ago that she was bisexual, after all, I met her with her girlfriend so it was pretty apparent from the start. Over the years, Lynn has had some girlfriends and there have been a few that we've had threesomes with, so it's. The husband whose name was Tom, despite the fact his pretty wife called him "Thomas", wandered down the stairs and I was surprised he seemed so sensible and calm where she seemed flighty and nervous. It made me think about how people matched up so haphazardly when it came to something as important as marriage. I had always thought my spouse was the best thing that ever happened to me until he ran away with a pole dancer leaving me in the lurch with three children and bills that never seemed to. Her chest was heaving, causing her breasts to look like they were about to burst. Suddenly, the table lowered a few inches and she pushed his head away. She turned around, bent over and straddled his face reversed, pointing that perfect ass of hers at him. Rita looked at John over her shoulder and pulled her ass cheeks apart, causing her asshole to appear, covered by the tiny string of sweat that was splitting her ass. He stared at her, stunned."Do it!" Auntie Rita ordered. He had never done.