1. GMILF Nextdoor


    Date: 10/30/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Author: TheHumanoidTyphoon, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    tight t-shirt, tiny shorts and tennis shoes. She had her dirty blonde hair up in a pony tail, her skin was tan with a few wrinkles. I guessed she was probably forty-five years old. “Oh, I'm sorry. I thought the movers would help me unpack, but they took off as soon as the last box was out of the truck and up here,” she said as an apology. “Its not a big deal,” I said. “Just annoying, and I've had a bit of a rough morning. My name is Justin, nice to meet you.” “Mary Ann. Have you lived here long,” she asked, shaking my proffered hand. “Longer than I'd like. Going on four years, I've outlasted three property managers and two owners,” I replied with a laugh. “Oh. Is it a nice place to live?” “Mostly. Most people keep to themselves and don't make too much noise. Every once in a while some one will throw a party and things will get loud. Other than that it's pretty quiet unless someone is moving in or it's trash day.” “Thanks.” “No problem. Welcome to the neighborhood and if you need anything, just let me know,” I told her as I went into my apartment. I ate lunch and took a shower. I was just settling in to watch some more TV when there was a knock at my door. I hadn't really dressed, so I turned down the TV and called out that it would be a minute as I ran to grab some clothes. I went to the door and looked out the peephole, it was Mary Ann, just like I thought. “Hello, again,” I said as I opened the door. “How can I help you?” “Well,” she said, “there are a few boxes that I ...
    must have over-packed and I can't move them. I was wondering if you'd mind helping me move them and unpack. I can pay you a little, or cook you dinner or something.” “Sure,” I said after thinking about it for a minute. A few bucks or a nice home-cooked dinner would be worth it. I walked out to see that she had barely made a dent in all the boxes that were still crowding the balcony. We started shifting boxes and unpacking them. I wasn't going to ask about her husband, figuring she was divorced or something. We worked for a while with a bare minimum of conversation. I had carried a box labeled 'bed room' in and sat it on the floor by the foot of her bed, I wasn't going to open it, figuring whatever was inside was probably personal. The top wasn't taped very well and one of the flaps popped open as I was sitting the box down. I caught a glimpse of something bright pink and shiny inside. I looked a little closer and was amused to recognize the object as a pretty good sized dildo. I laughed a bit and turned to walk out the room and Mary Ann was right behind me. I blushed. She blushed. We both laughed nervously. “I wasn't trying to be nosy, the box came open while I was sitting it down,” I explained. She looked nervous and a bit ashamed that I had found the toy. “My ex-girlfriend has a few of those in her night stand, it's not a big deal...” “Well,” she said with another nervous laugh, “as long as you don't think it's inappropriate for a woman my age to have one and still use it ...