The role of the new neighbor

A few weeks ago a family moved into my neighborhood with a husband, a wife and two young children. She was a beautiful woman, a brunette in her 40s, he was in his 50s, tall, grey, bearded, stocky and most importantly and that caught my attention was the volume under a pair of sweatpants....it gave even water in the mouth. A roll that seems to be large.... I noticed that he was trying to open something on the balcony of the house with a knife, and I immediately went to do the good neighbor campaign, and I asked if I could help with any tools, and he said that he needed a big screwdriver that he didn't have. - Make yourself at home in whatever you need and I delivered the box not without taking a look at it from top to bottom. Nice to meet you, I'm Octavio. - Nice to meet you. I stretched out my hand and he held it firm and strong...it gave me a shiver. I imagined those hands squeezing my ass and it already flashed my grill. I felt my body turn on and I offered myself to, if you needed something just ask me. He thanked me and said that he would ask yes. I went to my house and didn't waste time and hit a siren in honor of that delicious male. Over the next few days, I kept an eye on him, and one afternoon he came to me and asked me about the days when the garbage truck drives through the neighborhood. - It's every Tuesday and Friday, neighbor. - Oh, yeah, thank you. I took the opportunity and invited him and his family, of course, for coffee. One Saturday they came, we laughed a lot, I explained about the neighborhood, market, pharmacy and so on, and they were grateful. In the following days, I tried to make friends with the wife with the intention, of course, to get closer to her male ... It worked... in conversation with her I learned that they have two adopted children and that she could not have children and other interesting details about her husband. He's retired from the Banco do Brasil and she's a singing teacher. You know, Moriah, he's very fiery and I'm not much of a sex man, I'm the kind of guy who doesn't do anything but mom/dad and he wants more than... - I understand, friend. I know how it is. That was my chance... the next week I went to him and asked if he could help me with a door that had locked in my service area and promptly he came to see me. I showed the door, he asked me for some tools and I played straight.... It's been fixed three times, and it's always locked. It's the floor that's crooked, not the door. I'll even let you do the cleaning, but please don't call me ma'am. - I'm sorry. It's a form of politeness. We agreed that the next week he would go with me to buy what he needed to do the job. Having done the shopping, the next day he started to work. Bermuda, wet T-shirt, chest hairs were exposed and inflamed my hard-on. In the middle of the afternoon I played in the air that I needed to take a look at a kitchen sink pipe (I didn't even need ..) and he was ready to look and clean. From the sink pipe to play a song was easy ... - Would you like some coffee? - I'll take that. We went to the kitchen, and I poured the coffee, and we drank it together, and I took a chance. If you'd like to see the neighborhood, I'd be honored to accompany you. - We're going to score, yeah. One Saturday afternoon we were out in the neighborhood and I was showing the market, the church, the shops and I couldn't help but pass in front of the motel... of course... - This is where I have fun sometimes. - Is that so? Yeah, and I don't have company today. - Don't get me wrong... between... - Are you serious? - Yes, you are. I walked into the motel, and I walked straight into the garage of a suite, and we got out of the car, and he walked over to me, and he kissed me really hard, and he said, Moriah, I've been holding on for days without knowing how to get to you. - Then let's go because it's mutual. We went to the suite and there we undressed between kisses. What a beautiful heba... big, thick as I imagined. In the middle of the trip I went straight to pay a kiss and I was surprised by what I heard coming from him: Go my little whore, hot boob. I tried harder and he pulled me by the arm and asked me to lie down as soon as he wanted to fuck me. - Go and put it on. He did what I asked and the hard, headless roller went in and tore everything. Delightfully he was beating slowly ... I asked for more ... he complied with my request and started firing strong, strong and slow .. - Go on, you can be stronger... - Of course. Your request is an order. He pumped hard and fast and I enjoyed... - Moriah, make it four and give me your ass. I turned around, he pulled himself together, and he started shoving that roller up my ass, and it hurt, and I resisted, and I felt full of that roller, and he pumped a few of them, and I felt the head of the stick swell, and then the first fucking jet filled me up. - Fuckin' ass-squeezing delight, I want more of it. We showered and walked out of our homes in total satisfaction for both of us, and I could feel the fuck coming out of my ass every time I pedalled the car. - Moriah, will you be my bed mistress? All we have to do is arrange the dates, the times, and so on. - Okay, we'll work it out. I stopped in front of his house and... - Feel like you're being kissed, bitch. - You too, my little... He came down, said goodbye to me and went into the house. - What's up, whore? - Where do I catch you? - I'm at the mall. - I 'm going . I turned the car around and left, but that's for another story. Vote, comment, laugh, and I'll be waiting for a message about your pussy. Bjus of Moriah