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Living in a duplex has is benefits.This is one of many stories I have from when I lived in this house…this happened 20 or so years ago.I lived in the upstairs portion of the house and a woman and her 2 adult c***dren (boy and a girl) lived with her. For the sake of obeying the rules, let’s say that I was “18” and “Carol” was 49. Anyway, in a weird sort of way, she would always stare me down when I was in their portion of the house. She was a little “off” because of how much LSD she did in the 60’s and I was told that she actually had a nervous breakdown so, for her to stare off into space wasn’t anything out of the norm. She was skinny to the point of that malnurished look and had those floppy little saggy tits. One summer morning I woke up and had to do the laundry. Being in a duplex, we shared the basement but had our own washer/dryer. I went down to put the clothes in the washer and I hear her say, “Hi Tim”. She kind of startled me because typically, nobody was in the basement. I looked over and said good morning and asked her what she was doing. She was on the sofa and said it was too hot to be upstairs and that she wanted some peace and quiet. After I put the clothes in the washer I casually walked over to her to continue our conversation and I noticed that she was wearing red lingerie! A full-on sheer teddy that you’d see in Victoria’s Secret or Fredrick’s of Hollywood. I was shocked. I didn’t know what to do but she kept right on talking as if we were on the front porch. I don’t think I heard a word she said as I looked bahis firmaları at every single inch of her body. She very, and I mean VERY skinny but, she was very sensual and I had to admit that she turned me on. At that age, what didn’t? I decided at that moment that I was going to fuck her that day but…what to do and how to do it? When you’re “18” you have lots of ideas but actually putting a plan in place…that will work?? With your neighbor’s Mom?? That basically lives in the same house?? It’s not that simple. What if it doesn’t work? She’d tell my dad or the landlord and we’d probably get kicked out of the house. What to do..? I went back upstairs to our unit and I start thinking. I have to do something. She’s practically naked. I saw everything. SHE knew I saw everything. I have to make a move but how? I jumped into the shower. I took the fastest shower anyone ever took. I barely dried off. I went back down to the basement to “check on the washer” (which was only running for about 10 minutes) wearing only the towel. My thought was this; If the towel “accidentally” fell off, exposing me, it wouldn’t be my fault, right? It was gonna work. I hoped. I was nervous. Shaking. The semi hard-on that I worked up at the top of the stairs was gone. My nub was all shriveled up because of my nerves. I entered the basement and she didn’t even look my way! I fumbled around with the washer to make some noise and now what? I was standing at the washer and I didn’t know what I was going to do. I froze! Then, the porn gods answered perabet güvenilir mi my prayer. She called me over to her and asked me to light her cigarette. I couldn’t believe it. The ice breaker. She was laying on her right side with her elbow propped up on the arm of the sofa. She had slightly opened the teddy exposing her chest (nipples still covered but clearly visible) and stomach and because it was a teddy, it helped expose her sheer panties. Even nervous as hell my soldier knew to stand at attention and I could feel my cock swelling beneath the towel. She was holding the cigarette in her hand like a picture in a magazine, waiting for me to light it for her. The lighter and ashtray were on the floor, easily within her reach. I thought to myself, “I knew she wanted me to come over there”! I bent down to pick up the lighter, pushing my stomach out as far as I could to stretch the towel off of me as I stood back up. We made eye contact. I could feel the towel falling off. It was a good thing I didn’t have a full erection or that towel would have hung there! The towel hit the floor. There I was, exposed. Now what? With no other reaction, she looked at my dick and stared at it. It must have been 10 seconds before either one of us flinched. I leaned forward, pushing my cock towards her. I reached down and started rubbing her leg, towards her ass. She looked up at me and said “and what would you like me to do with that”? I said, “I’d like you to suck it”. And she did. I lasted all of about a minute tipobet before I came in her mouth. She swallowed it all, like a pro. She asked me what time my dad would be home and I told her it wouldn’t be until after midnight. She said “let’s go upstairs” and we snuck up the back steps into my unit. As soon as we got into the unit she dropped to her knees and started sucking my dick again. I took baby steps backwards towards my bedroom while she kept sucking my dick, walking on her knees. I got to the dining room table and picked her up and put her on the table. I went down on her. She was very flexible. She did all kinds of things with her legs while I licked away at her pussy. She was so wet. I laid her on the floor and fucked her missionary style. She was able to put her feet behind her head and I had my hands and feet spread out while I pounded away. She rolled over for me to fuck her doggy style. We were fucking doggy style on the floor, trying to make our way to my bedroom but we couldn’t stop fucking for 5 seconds to get there so I literally fucked her from the dining room, to the hallway, to my bedroom, and eventually onto the bed. We started that fuck fest around 11am and she literally snuck down the back steps while my dad was coming home up the front steps after midnight. I came 7 times that day. The only thing we didn’t do that day was anal and I’m leaving out a lot of details to keep the story short but I’m pretty sure we did everything else. We continued fucking each other every chance we could that summer. Everywhere we could. When she eventually moved into her own apartment she would call me to come over and fuck her. It was seriously a “hit and run” situation, and it was fun. I will share those adventures in the future…and I’ll you how I fucked her daughter too.

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