I got up late, had a big fry up for brekkie, sat and read the paper in the garden, then cracked open the first bottle of beer for the day whilst doing... some gardening. It was about midday when I heard my name being called from over the fence. I stood up on a tree stump next to the fence and looked over. Below me was Jennifer, my next door neighbour. She was a widower, her husband Dan having passed away about a year before we had moved in. “Oh Ricky, I hoped that was you I heard. I need some. Maybe it was better to just stay where he was.By this time, all pretence of social distancing between the couple had gone out of the window. They were kissing vigorously, their mouths locked together while they embraced, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. The boy began to slide his hand underneath the girl’s crop-top, and she raised her voice to protest (“Sam, no!”) but not very convincingly.“Oh, come on, Ruth, no-one can see,” said Sam (inaccurately).He pushed his hand further up inside. I'm quite sure of it and the website I looked at about dyslexia says it doesn't mean that someone's got a low IQ." What are you up to, young lady?" Her father smiled knowingly.Eleanor looked slightly abashed. "I wanted to find out whether something can be done about it and there is so I've got the details of the nearest place." Tread softly, sweety, because you may tread on his feelings. The other thing is that his family may have already tried it and it wasn't a success."Eleanor nodded. He pulled it to the side, sliding his fingers into her wet snatch. She bucked and ground against his fingers, loving the feeling, but wanting much more. “FUCK ME! GIVE ME THAT HARD COCK IN MY WET PUSSY!” she cried. Jared spread her legs, entering her in one swift motion. She gasped as he buried his full length deep inside her. He stroked in and out of her slippery hole with the urgency he felt when he walked into the bar. She received a slap across her ass, leaving a bright red print. “You.