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I honestly didn’t think this winter would ever end. I mean, yes, the weather was what it was, and this spring was one of the coldest ever, but that’s not it. The real issue was that my wife left me, and I felt frozen and alone and stuck in my house, waiting for a thaw that was never going to come.I swear, the only time I left the house was for work, groceries, and to help out my older neighbor down the street.One of the things I like about small town living is that neighbors help out neighbors. When her husband died last year, we all promised that all she had to do was ask, and we would be there to help. Maybe my other neighbors were just talking, but I was there to shovel snow off her drive all winter, and I even made sure her grass was cut this spring, even though there are two houses between mine and hers.Every time I went over to help out, she would come out and chat for a minute, and she would try to get me to take some money for my effort. Of course I refused to take her money, but I did enjoy our chats. For an older woman, she was certainly still good looking, and it was kind of cute the way she tried to flirt a bit. Maybe she thawed my frozen-ness a bit, but nothing ever really happened.The heat of summer hit hard and fast, and it nearly knocked me off my feet.It started when my neighbor down the street fell and broke her wrist. I offered to assist in any way I could, but we both knew I couldn’t be there full-time to give her the care she needed. Apparently, her step-daughter convinced her step-grand-daughter to step up and help out.My first exposure to the grand-daughter came when I went out to cut the grass on a Saturday morning. Ankara escort It was already getting warm out, so I wore a sleeveless shirt and shorts. It got a lot warmer when the grand-daughter came out to cut their grass, and she was wearing a bikini top and the shortest shorts ever. I nearly crashed my riding mower twice as I watched to make sure she did a good job cutting their grass.Okay, that might be an exaggeration. I tried not to gawk, and I certainly made sure that she didn’t catch me staring. I didn’t know it at the time, but I failed miserably at that.It didn’t take long for me to get called to task for my unwanted attentions. The sun had just gone down that evening, although it was still pretty warm out, when I got a phone call from my neighbor. I knew I was in trouble by the way her tone sounded flirty.”John, can you come help me with a little problem,” she begged. “I have a problem that only a real man can fix.””Of course, Marge, I’ll be right over,” I promised. I was shaking in my boots as I walked past the other two houses down to her door.She was smiling as she let me in, but I didn’t trust that. I knew exactly what was coming. Or so I thought.”John, I understand you noticed Darrel’s granddaughter, Megan, when she was cutting the grass,” she stated with a smile. I nodded and waited for the ax to fall. She gave me a worried look and said, “John, she noticed your attention, and she’s been inconsolable ever since. I want you to go down to her bedroom and do what ever it takes to cheer her up. Apologize if you must, but she can’t help me in the mood she’s in.”I nodded, and steeled my resolve. I had Ankara escort bayan never been inside her house, so Marge showed me to the basement steps. She followed me down. At the bottom of the steps was a nice looking entertainment room, with a half-bar, and a sturdy card table. Beyond that was a nice area with couches and a television. Beyond that was a short hallway to a couple of bedrooms.We could hear her granddaughter sobbing. Marge gave me a commanding look as she pointed to send me down the hall.Megan looked up and gasped when she sensed me at the door.”Go away,” she sobbed. “It’s too late.””Yes, I should have apologized right away,” I agreed. “Please, Megan, I’m sorry that I was staring, and I promise to be more of a gentleman in the future.”If anything, her tears flowed faster.”You apologize for staring?” She demanded. She glared at me and demanded, “You should apologize for not coming to get a closer look!”As I stood there with a dumbfounded look on my face, she stood up and took a step toward me. Tears continued to flow as she peeled off a loose top to reveal that she was still wearing the same bikini. She took another step toward me, and with a tug, her bikini fell to the floor.”Look at these,” she demanded. “Look at these and tell me how my ex-boyfriend could dump me because they aren’t good enough!”I swallowed hard and tried to tear my eyes away from staring at her breasts. I couldn’t begin to imagine what kind of idiot wouldn’t be pleased to have her as a girlfriend.She took another step, and she caught my wrists, and she pulled my hands to her flesh.”Touch me,” she begged in a quieter Escort Ankara tone. “Squeeze me, feel me, and tell me what’s wrong with them.””Megan, he’s an idiot,” I managed to say. “These are beautiful and playfully firm and they fit your body perfectly.”She gasped and swooned at my words, and her nipples perked up nicely under my thumb. I swallowed hard and fought the desire to take more.”More,” she begged. “Tell me more.”The tone of her words pulled me in more than her words did.”Megan, please,” I begged. “If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to do more than talk about how desirable your breasts are.””Yes!” she demanded, and either she pulled me in or I pushed my way forward, and my lips and teeth devoured her flesh. Her breasts were remarkably sweet, and her nipples were enticingly suckable, and nothing was going to pull me away from them until I had tasted every inch.”Please,” she begged as she pulled me away. Her eyes bored through me with their passion, and as her hands fumbled with my belt, she begged, “Please don’t stop, but I want more. A lot more!”Her fingers wrapped around my hardness, and I nodded my agreement.Her breasts must have been much more sensitive that I ever imagined. Her whole body shook with an orgasm as soon as I was inside her, and she continued to shake as I devoured and adored her breasts. When she couldn’t take any more, she pulled my face to her own, and she kissed me with more passion than any kiss I’d had in years. I almost didn’t want to stop.She broke from the kiss and pushed my face back down to her breasts. “More,” she begged. “Again, and this time cum with me!”This time, her tone and her words affected me equally, and I was hers to command. I murmured beautiful things about her breasts, and I backed my words with touching and teasing to prove the veracity of my words. When her body shook and her insides demanded even more from me, I praised her whole body, and I gave as she had asked.
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