1. Being a Good Neighbor - Part 1


    Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Cheating, Erotica, Reluctance, Wife, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.8, Source: sexstories.com

    cash right now, but I can pay you when Harold gets back,” Donna remarked, as she dropped on to her knees and placed her hands on either side of my outstretched legs. I could see straight down her loose fitting blouse. I couldn’t help but think, she had to know, she was showing me everything she had and then some. “Sure, “ I responded. “Let me call Becca and let her know what’s going on.” I crawled out from under the sink and used Donna and Harold’s kitchen phone to explain to Becca that I was going to help fix a leaky sink drain. Donna was perfectly fine with my willingness to be a good neighbor. I told Donna I would need to go up to the hardware store and get a few things. “Great!” she replied. “I’ve got to take shower. I’ll leave the back door open for you.” I headed up to the local hardware store, my mind swirling with the possibilities of what could transpire over the next few hours. I slipped back into Donna and Harold’s kitchen, repair section in hand and with my tool box in the other. Donna was nowhere to be seen. I stepped out to the front of the house and used my meter key to open the cover to the water meter. I turned off the water to the house. I slipped under the sink and loosened the offending pipe with a pipe wrench. I cleaned off the pipe connection and readied the new section for attachment. Suddenly, two very shapely legs appeared next to me. Donna squatted down, wrapped solely in her bath towel. I had a perfect unobstructed view of her pussy. “How is it ...
    going?” Donna innocently asked. “So far, so good,” I replied. “Cool,” Donna replied. “I guess I will finish my shower after it is fixed.” I apologized. I had forgotten that she was taking a shower. Donna leaned sideways and eased into a stationary position on her butt. Her blonde hair was wet and dripped on to her soft and tanned shoulders. The towel was wrapped tightly around her and tucked securely between her breasts. I slipped the newer section of the pipe into place to insure it would be a good fit. I looked at Donna. “Can you do me a favor?” I asked. She smiled. “Can you hand me that roll of white tape in the tool box,” I said. Donna scooted around on her ass. The tool box was about three feet from the end of my feet. Donna slipped up onto a knee and then a second, as she stretched for the tool box. I had a clear unobstructed view of her uncovered and bald pussy. She looked back at me and smiled, waving the plastic pipe fitting tape in her hand. “Is this it?” she asked. “Yes it is,” I replied, taking in a deep breath and forcefully exhaling. Donna turned on her knees and crawled toward me. As she did her towel came untied and fell open. She tried to grab it, but wasn’t fast enough. “I’m sorry,” Donna exclaimed, trying to cover herself. “No biggie,” I replied. “I’ve seen boobs before.” With one hand holding her towel, she stretched to hand me the plumber's tape. She fell forward, landing on my leg, her face just inches from my raging hard on. “While you there,” I remarked, ...
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