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Being a Good Neighbor - Part 1

Date: 5/7/2017, Categories: Cheating, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

arm pits. My cock pressed against her lower abs. She was in fantastic shape. I was more than ready. Donna spread her legs and I positioned myself for entry into the glory zone. She grabbed my cock and worked it back and forth across her clit, then slipped it into the opening of her vagina, using her fingers to push me in. Her pussy was tight. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on the shaft of my cock. Donna moaned her approval as I pushed my pelvis against hers. I rhythmically worked myself in and out of her, as she grunted her approvals. “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” Donna breathlessly opined. I couldn’t hold back. I shot my first stream of cum deep inside her pussy. As I did, she pulled her nails across my back and screamed, “Fuuuck me!” My second jet was equally as forceful as the first one. Donna’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. She turned an ashen white and then almost a purplish color as I shot several more jets of cum deep into her tiny body. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Donna trembled as my cock pulsated deep within her vagina. Donna locked her arms around my neck, her fingers interlocking. She wasn’t letting go for nothing. I rolled on to my back and pulled Donna on top of me. We kissed and cuddled like life-long lovers. Donna propped herself up and looked at me. “I have wanted you for years,” she remarked. “Me too,” I confided. “But you know and I know, we have to be very careful,” ... Donna remarked. I agreed. We were both going into uncharted and dangerous territory. “I still love Harold,” Donna remarked, “It’s just we haven’t had sex in a very long time.” The same was true for Becca and I. Donna ran her fingers across my chest. “How could she not like this body?” Donna inquired. “It’s not totally her,” I replied. “It’s my fault as well.” I had forgotten what it was like to have real meaningful sex. I reasoned it was more the thrill of the chase than the capture, although, in this case, it was more about the capture than the thrill of the chase. Ours was an accidental and fortuitous hookup. “Fortuitous or not,” Donna responded, “I’m happy and I hope you are as well.” I was. I finished the plumbing job, wearing only my underwear, with Donna sitting beside me, totally naked. I put on my jeans and my shirt and stepped outside to turn on the water. I left the front door open, and told Donna to holler if anything leaked. Nothing leaked. For that I was happy. I gave Donna a light kiss on the check, grabbed my tool box and headed back next door. “Did you get it fixed?” Becca asked. Before I could answer, the phone rang. “Sure,” I heard Becca say into the phone, “I’ll send him right over.” I didn’t say a word. “Donna said she was fixing to take a shower and the shower knob just fell off,” Becca reported. “How fortuitous,” I remarked. Becca looked at me and smiled. “I guess she likes your handiwork.” I had to agree.