I couldn't hear what she said but Jimmy walked towards the pool. With the advent of automatic pool cleaners you'd have thought that pool cleaners like... Jimmy would be obsolete but he still seemed to do a good business and I was about to find out why. Jimmy kneeled by the edge of the pool and checked the filter. The neighbor swam lazily towards him. She propped herself on her elbows beside him and stroked his muscular leg. Jimmy didn't move as her hand slid up his thigh and disappeared up his. There was no escaping her reality, after all.As she turned off the water, another sound she knew all too well filled the room: the distinctive "fap fap fap" of Roger, her husband, masturbating. She rolled her eyes and opened the shower door. There he was, sitting on the edge of the sink, his large hands wrapped around his cock, a monstrous beast almost as long and almost as thick as one of Jessica's legs."Oh! Oh oh oh... I hope you don't mind, my love?" Roger asked with a wide smile."Of course. I just love sex and love having it. Although, the married ones who aren’t getting sex, are usually the women that I try to hook up with them. I’m a good looking, successful guy. I’m twenty five years old and I’m 6’2” and weigh about two hundred pounds. I have brown hair and blue eyes. I’m fit and have a nice body. I love to work out at the gym and I’m muscular in my arms and legs. I’m a Sales Associate at a marketing firm. I like all kinds of women. It really doesn’t matter what their body. I finished my beer and asked the bartender what the gal was drinking. "Stella Artois" was all she said as she looked at me. I suddenly realized that I had been so wrapped up in the girl across from me at the bar that I hadn't even noticed the beauty who was serving me drinks. Her name tag said Lindsay, and she had light brown, almost blond hair, a rather large bust, and a creamy beige skin tone. She was wearing very tight black pants that accentuated her attractive figure, and a button up white.