It was Alicia. “It’s no big deal, we’re just watching porn. Sex “I’ve seen you looking at my ass when I was mowing the lawn and when I was up there on the ladder closing the hurricane shutters.”
“You’re right,” I managed to say. I got out of the shower, and the phone rang. Holy shit. She disappeared into another room and came back with one, which I untwisted, and poked the end of it into the hole next to the DVD door. I knocked on the door and Alicia answered. There was another “RRrrrr” and then a “click,” and another “Rrrrr,” the door opened, and it disgorged a DVD, which was not centered when it was put in and had somehow gotten stuck. She leaned in toward me and pulled, and I came in bursts. Me making them feel good. Was it? “So doesn’t that does feel better now?” she said, wrapping her hand around my cock and beginning to slowly rub her palm up and down the underside. She disappeared into another room and came back with one, which I untwisted, and poked the end of it into the hole next to the DVD door.
