After about a half-hour of reading she went inside for a drink. While she was there the doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting any visitors and wondered ...who it could be? She opened the door to find a young man standing there. "Hello Jean, I thought I would just check and see if the washing machine was working alright." She then remembered that it was Terry, the repairman. "Come in Terry, the machine is going great. Would you like a cold drink or a coffee since you are here?" "Thanks Jean, I have. I pratim mu koliko toliko izraz lica u retrovizoru,cutao je jedno vreme i vidim polako krece mu ruka izmedju sedista i polako polako tektek dodirne joj d**gi samo prstom dotakne pa polako stavi celu saku preko jedne sise i samo tako drzi i nepomera maj vidim da uziva ali se ne pomera nista nereagije trebalo mu je par minutada krene malo da ih mazi sa tom jednom rukom preko odela ,onda se oslobodio i pokusavao da obgrli prednje sediste da bi mogao joj dirati grudi sa obe ruke maja je samo. She got to the bedroom and put both her hands out, one on each side of the door as she passed through, using the sturdy doorframe to remain standing upright. Once through, she turned around and met her husband, face to face. She leaned on the doorframe with both hands, one on each side, breathing heavily and trembling in exhaustion from the short journey down the hallway. She forced a smile onto her face and kissed Frank as he almost walked into her. She put her arms around him and let him walk. ." she stammered."Why don't you come in and have beer with us?" Jason said reaching and holding her arm. She meekly followed him inside. When she got in the living room she almost fainted. There were five guys beside the brothers sipping beers and watching a football match on TV. All faces turned to her admiring. She could see their faces getting filled with lust. A few even whistled."Who's that Jason, did you call a stripper?" One of them called out."No it's our next door neighbor. She wanted.