It was my neighbor Anne and she was offering her services as an escort. I had to wipe my eyes a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. I was...n't and the ad was for real. So how can I secretly approach my sexy neighbor? My opportunity arrived when my wife Jodi decided to head away to spendthe weekend with her sister down in Fort Meyers. It was Saturday morning and Jodi left for Fort Meyers and I was homealone. I sat on the back porch drinking a cup of coffee when I noticed Annesitting. Yet how could anything that felt so good be bad? Hedecided to get back into his street clothes and give himself time to sorteverything out.When he was naked again, he couldn't resist embracing the dress, as if itwas a fusion of the girl he longed for and his own idealized version ofhimself as her. It was all so confusing. Holding the dress against him,he dared to grip his small erection through the layers of material andstroke it until he moaned. No, he had to stop. Was he gay or. On the other side of the room, Julia was kneeling . . . waiting.Havers simply crooked his little finger and the girl came off the bed moving gracefully towards him, hips swinging seductively. His eyes fastened on the smooth, mound . . . and the neat, inviting sex lips.“Still burning?” enquired Havers in a ‘how-do-you-do’ sort of tone.“Y-Yes . . . Sir,” nodded Julia.“A lot?”“Yes . . . Sir . . .”“Only to be expected, after a birching,” said Havers. “Not to mention what you got across those nice. Dax had kept in touch. I wouldn't describe them as close friends now, but friendly acquaintances. Elwin Dax Ltd. had recommenced operating after the investigation, the Inland Revenue having decided that they wouldn't apply for liquidation; but needed a strong hand at the helm. I had sat in with them this day to interview a couple of applicants to fill Bennington's chair. One of them I thought particularly suitable, although either of them would do well. After the applicants had left, we sat in.