Not to address ill of the dead, but the guy that lived across the street was a complete ass. He is one of the few masses that when he died, instantly improved the biography of those around him. Over the past eight years I watched him abuse just about every person that came within earshot. From neighbors to the law and fire section to the shaver that walked down the back street next to his house, building worker and even his own son, who moved out at 16, and his rarely seen wife Belinda. Belinda even left him once but was forced to return when she was arrested for DUI after John had turned her in and she lost her license. True story. I never talked with Belinda too much. She seemed nice enough but with John around you couldn't get Thomas More than a passing Holy Scripture in.

Several years ago King John was diagnosed with liver cancer…. or so he said. We are all sure it was from pickling his liver from all the flash vodka he drank. On a normal day he was passed out by 2:00 pm which is why he never was able to keep a job to a greater extent than a few days. Almost two weeks ago enchantress alerted me that something may feature happened at Saint John's family. An ambulance pulled up and I watched its crew roll in an equipment laden gurney. Not long after they rolled John out and loaded him up before driving off with no enchantress. Two daylight after that a car was parked outside with out of Town plates. The following day I saw his obit. Devoted husband and loving beginner my ass. For the following few twenty-four hours after that different locals stopped by with food for thought and flowers. None of them neighbors. I was guessing citizenry Belinda worked with or maybe family members. I didn't go over. What was I going to do ? Pay my esteem with a hearty thank God he's finally dead ? I'm not hypocritical so I kept to myself, along with the other neighbors.

A few twenty-four hours ago I started seeing Belinda outside much more mowing the lawn or lachrymation. At night she would sit in her enclosed porch for minute. respective times she I saw her walking to the community of interests mailbox and she would smile at me from across the street and give me a fairly animated Wave. She didn't appear to me to be a sorrow widow. She seemed rather glad actually. However I was the only one that thought that apparently as neighbor started asking if I had been over yet. They had concerns that she was over there all alone and grieving. Why me ? Why can't they go over ? Seems no one wanted to. Its like they thought John Lackland's spectre would stalk them or something. I finally reluctantly agreed and the next day when I saw her out to get the mail, I waved and jogged across the street.

She waited until I was stepping up over the curb."hullo Michael,"not making eye contact.

"Hey Belinda, beautiful day."She just grinned nervously and shifted her free weight from one leg to the next so I got right to it….. no sentience in dragging it out if she's not well-situated."How have you been doing ?"

"I'm O.K.. Kinda lost but I'm dealing ya know. I mean…. John was an asshole but he was all I knew for 12 years."

She still wasn't making eye link. Just absently string past me into place."Belinda is there anything I can do for you ?"

"Not unless you want to weed may garden for me. I haven't quite been into it,"and she chuckled mechanically.

"I could do that tomorrow around ten ?"

"Oh you don't have to…"Finally she made eye contact. She seemed diffident and somewhat nervous.

"Belinda its fine. Gives me something to do."

She just smiled then looked down again so I continued."Look I'll see you tomorrow. If you need anything just let me make love. I'm just across the street."I touched her on her shoulder and then turned and crossed the street. poor lady I thought as I walked away. All she ever knew was him. What a shtup ass.

The next day rolled around soon enough. I fed the dog and got her out for a walkway then came back, changed into shorts and a white tee shirt, grabbed my baseball glove, a pail and my niggling shovel and went over to Belinda's. I didn't infliction to criticise. I just let myself in their…. her backyard. The gate to her secrecy fence was not locked. Nobody locks anything in this minor town. I walked straight to the garden. the great unwashed of Mary Jane. It looked like she watered plenty because the veg looked nice but the weed were everywhere. This was no dewy-eyed weeding. I set my ipod to random, put my earbuds in, gloved up and push right in. I ended up having to souse the primer coat some in order to get the roots to let go and dropped the slight bastards in my bucket.

Thirty minutes later Belinda scared the crap out of me when she grabbed my shoulder. I almost literally left my place on the flat coat when squirted myself with the hose and jumped. Panting and laughing at myself I pulled my earbuds out and was met with the hysteric laugh of Belinda.

"I'm sorry"she managed to get out."That's the singular thing I've seen in a prospicient prison term. I tried yelling at you but you but you didn't hear me."

"That's O.K.. I was in my own domain"I said still out of breath and dripping.

"Well let me get dressed and I will come out and help."She turned and hurried back into the house.

I stood there for a irregular dumbfounded that I had not noticed her dressed in her robe and slippers. She really HAD thrown me for a eyelet. I wrapped the earbuds around my ipod and set it up on the mesa on the deck out of the sun and went back to work.

She did take her time. I was starting to question before she finally came out. I had to do a doubly take. The few times I went over to see King John, before he became the bibulous ass, Belinda was always at the computer in a confab way or playing online secret plan. We never really talked and I had never seen her closer than from across the street, excluding a few day ago, until now. We were both approaching the magic 4-0 mark but she looked younger, just a bit wear upon out as you would look, and very pretty. She was wearing cut off shorts and a white button down shirt with no makeup. She didn't need any. Her blonde hairsbreadth pulled back, baseball game cap on her head and baseball mitt in her hands, she walked over to me actually smiling. She's skinny with really nice tanned ramification. Breasts were not big but not small either. Maybe a 34c ?

She stopped and waved her blazon at me.

"Its up on the tabular array"I said pointing to her deck.

"Just making surely. Don't want to vote out you before the dope are pulled"she joked.

"Yeah that would be bad"aiming the hose mockingly at her.

"No no no"putting her hands up in defensive measure and laughing.

"Fine. Just realize I have the mightiness. I have the hose."

For the next few hours we pulled weeds and got ourselves mess muddy and fairly soaked from the waist down kneeling in wet soil. We chatted and joked about work, weather, her son and his finance and just about everything BUT John. I learned more from her in these two time of day then I did in eight years. We were both starting to get really hot and sweaty with the noon sun pounding down on us when one of my jokes was answered, not with a laughter or return, but a boggy mud orchis to the back of my head. My response was quick and decisive. I dowsed her with the hose. Full jet right into the back and chest when she spun around.

"HOLY SHIT THAT'S COLD !"as she tried to dance and tissue to avoid the hose.

I turned if off."Had enough ?"

With her back turned to me,"YEAH YEAH UNCLE UNCLE ! ! !"Laughing and dripping she turned around. Her once lily-white shirt was translucent. Even though she was wearing a two-piece top ( beshrew it ) I could severalise she looked damn sexy.

She looked at me then down at her shirt."guessing there isn't much point in wearing this is there ?"I tried to see around and ascertain something to do like deplumate a weed or tie my shoe as she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. As she hung it on a tree limb I took the fortune and took a serious smell at her. I don't mean she had an ounce of fat on her. Water droplets shimmered on her bare skin. The bikini top didn't leave a lot to the resource, being a bit humble I could see the sides of her chest and two very excite tit. My pecker certainly noticed too. When she turned back to face me I quickly looked down searching for something to do and noticed my baseball glove and shovel on the ground. I grabbed my bucket and knelt down, picked up and placed my gloves and shovel in the bucketful. It was an easy way to shroud the growing bulge in my short pants. While I standing up I felt two hands hit my cover and thrust me forward. I fell face first into the garden making a sharp slap noise as my body hit body of water and mud. Ice cold water from the hose quickly followed blasting me in the ass and small of my back. She's right on. The H2O is frigid. Game on.
By the metre I was getting to my substructure she had already backed off quite a bit so I had some ground to treat before I got to her. With a war cry I charged. She screamed and ran away from me hose down pointing at me, touch off down and an ice cold jet of piddle hitting me in the chest and facial expression. She didn't make it more than ten base before I dodged to the left hand and grabbed her around the waist picking her up off the priming coat. She squealed as she tried to get me with the hosepipe, her stage flailing in the air. We wrestled as I tried to disarm her and fell to the primer. This was my soil now. She was quick but I had a honest 60 pounds on her. A couple of times I felt those heavily nipples rubbing up against me just as I'm surely she felt how heavy my cock was through my short. I so badly wanted to seize that tie to her two-piece top on her back and give it a pull so I could kiss and lick those nipple but I didn't. The poor noblewoman just lost her husband. Eventually I got her on her back and sat on her pinning her shoulder joint to the ground. We were both soaked and covered in mud and grass. As soon as I felt her struggle I eased up I asked her if she gave up. She gave me the seraphic, sexy grin right as the water blasted me in the side of the grimace. She still had the hose. I aimed it right at her. My bridge player ready to squeeze the trigger.

"You wouldn't dare."

I did but not as she expected. I shoved the nozzle under the band of her drawers and flooded her with the icy good of revenge.

"OH MY GOD THAT'S COLD"as she squirmed her way out from under me. She hopped to her feet and was dancing around as the water ran down her stage. She was clearly enjoying this as she looked at me and hissed"….. you play dirty."

"You started it."

"Oh and I will end it too. I'll get you back."

"Sure you will."

"Why don't you go strip up and come back in 30 minutes and we can elicit up the grill. Least I can do is wangle you some dinner for helping me out."

"I would bask that."

As she walked by me she stuck her hand out and kinda half hit me in the shoulder, half shoved me."Go. 30 minutes."

I stood there for a hour and watched her walk up her steps and through the glass siding threshold on her deck into her house.

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I had no idea I had so practically mud and plant bits stuck to me until I looked in the mirror. My God I looked like something on a Science fable cable epithelial duct. I actually needed just about the full 30 mo to get clean and dressed to the nines. I grabbed a bottle of vodka from the deep freezer and crossed the street for dinner. If I'm going over, I'm going over armed.

Despite knocking on the front room access twice, Belinda didn't solution. I thought maybe she was in the back yard but she wasn't. I peered around the corner first just to see where the hose was. It was the same place I left it. The grillwork sat where it was that morning so clearly she had not come back outdoors yet. Her deck was encompassing with a screen and lattice edging. I walked up the couple of stair to the table and put down the bottle of vodka and looked around. Under the kitchen window was a bench country that looked like it may double over as entrepot. I walked over and tried the lid, it opened easy. Inside was charcoal gray, wanton fluid, a lighter and some very gracious broiling cock. I set the charcoal grey and abstemious fluid on the ground and pulled out a ignitor and utensils before shutting the lid. Once shut I stood up and looked through the kitchen window just in time to see Belinda hail out the bathroom carrying something. All I could see was her bare back and she was topless. I really wanted her to change by reversal around but also didn't want to be caught. When she rounded the corner and left my mint I picked up the lighter fluid and carrier bag of charcoal and took them out to the yard. My brain was feeling hangdog, not about peeking through her windowpane because that was an chance event. The guilt trip was because I was having a hard prison term not going back and taking another facial expression. I poured in some charcoal, gave it a splash of abstemious fluid and lit them. There was a lawn chair near so I turned it to front the grill and sat down to wait and hold open an eye on the fire. About five minute later two blastoff glasses appeared in my peripheral vision. I gratefully took one. One of her hired hand was on my articulatio humeri and I could feel her against the back of my heading as she stood behind me.

She whispered in my ear,"Thanks for coming over today."

I drank the chilled shot of vodka and felt it warm my throat. I raised the glass up a bit so she could take it, said"Your welcome"and tilted my foreland back so I could look up at her. She was wearing a half shirt and I could see right up it. This time there was no bra. I could see the voiced bottom of her bosom and those hard tit pushing her shirt out.

"I'm afraid I'm not going to be practically help with this view."

I heard her laugh as she took a half pace back and knack over kissing my frontal bone."You're not supposed to assist. You worked enough today. Just sit back, watch and keep me company."

"I can do that."

"Another shooting ?"

"Yes please."

"Beer."

"Yes please."

"I'll be right back."

As she walked away I turned to look. She was wearing white boxers and a pinko half shirt. No shoes. Her hair was pulled back and held with a rubber band. I watched her ass as she walked all the way into her house. I turned around and settled back in to hold back. The coals were getting close to being ready so I stood up and started to overspread them out with the tongues.

"I told you all you were supposed to do is watch"

Busted I turned around. Belinda was heading for me with a tray of food, beer and vodka shooting. She is one of those women that have that raw mantrap and need no makeup. She wasn't wearing any and looked very undecomposed. She set the tray down and immediately smiled at me and took the tongues away from me."Sit. Relax."

The tray had brauts, veggie kabob of red and yellow Madagascar pepper and onion and some chips and dip and of course, beer and vodka. I picked up the shots of vodka and handed her one. We did the shots, she handed me her field glass and she pointed at the chair I had been it waggling her finger. I picked up the beer, flatbed Tire, nice, and sat down. Over the next hour we chatted about this and that. Flirted a niggling as the vodka and beer made it into our blood stream. I watched her cook, okay stared at her ass, and tried to hide the bulge in my shorts. The fabric of her shorts is wonderfully thin. Why couldn't she have been wearing those a few time of day ago ? Occasionally she would turn around to take a drinking of beer and show off her tanned and sculpt torso and ever-hard nipples to me. The food was very good. The beer was plentiful. The ship's company was buzzed. Belinda wasn't shy at all. She rather enjoyed showing off her eubstance to me. She would crouch over and let her shirt evenfall open so I could look and she would feed me a chipping and brush her finger against my lips.

After we finished the nutrient we put the dirties on the tray and I carried them to the kitchen for her. She slapped my ass a few times to get me moving. She had me set the tray on the counter and asked me to grab the snapshot ice. The bottle of vodka she retrieved from the freezer. She grabbed the front of my shorts sliding her finger into the waist band and pulled me outside onto the deck. She had brought me to a semi firmly State Department by slapping my butt on the way inside. With her fingers in my shorts, I was rapidly growing and as common I wasn't wearing underwear. When my cock began forcing itself over her fingers I expected some sorting of reaction ; pull her hand away or cop a feel, but she just pulled me out onto the deck and put my ass in a chair at the table. She started at my crotch for a few moment. I know she must be able to see my oral sex by now. She turned and sat the bottle down on the table and took the glasses from me. She poured and we drank two shots in a row each. Then she sat down in the chair next to me, smiled, giggled, looked back at the psyche poking out of my underdrawers, and sighed."I have a confession to have but you can't ever tell anyone and you can't concur it against me. Promise."

"Promise."

"I've been watching you for a long time. From my bedroom upstairs I can see in your office and your kitchen in the morning."

I just smiled and looked at her. I live alone and don't wear much when I'm at home. Particularly in the summertime, like now, when its so hot. I don't have air conditioning so I would probably be in my position naked. I wondered just what she saw.

She continued,"I've seen you in the morning when you make coffee and aren't wearing anything and…."She blushed and laughed."I can't believe I'm telling you this ! I am so drunk."

"And ?"

"And ?"Then she remembered."Oh no I've said way too a lot. You'll be shutting your curtains for trusted already."

"No I wont. I'm not shy in case you haven't noticed."I stood and put my hand in my shorts to adjust myself just to get the compass point across. When I sat back down I looked at her and said,"come on I want to sleep with. And what ?"

She poured and slammed another barb, breathed out and while looking at the bottle,"I watched you fuck your girlfriends."

"Nice. And ?"

"And this morning I knew you were here because I was watching you and was fingering myself imagining what it would be like to ride you in the grass right over there,"pointing into the yard.

"We could happen out."

"No. I can't. Not yet. I want to but its….."

I finished for her,"Its just too soon. I understand it hasn't been that long."

look in my eyes,"its not that I don't want to cause I do. I want you in the spoiled way right now but I can't."Then she smiled from ear to ear."I promise it will be worth it. Besides I have desert for you."
She got up and stumbled a minuscule walk to the sliding glass door and opening it. She was one-half way in when she looked back to me and shut off the light over the deck. The only light now was from inside the house."You left your Ipod here when you left and you might require to be active that chair over here in front of the threshold. Oh ! And don't disappoint me by being good."With that she slid the glass door shut and locked it.

I just kinda looked at the vodka and then the room access. Vodka, threshold. Belinda tapped on the methamphetamine hydrochloride and I looked over. She was putting in one of my ear buds then looked at me and motioned to act the chairperson over in battlefront of the room access. What they hell do I have to lose ? I moved the chair over in figurehead of the door, about 5 feet from it, and sat down. Belinda was inside scrolling through my Sung dynasty. She apparently found something she liked, tapped the play release and began to slowly and seductively dancing. Belinda slowly gyrated her hips to whatever song she was playing. Lifting her implements of war above her head she exposed more of her tanned, fit tummy and ribs. I wished the shirt was a trivial shorter so I could see her breast. Keeping her Ipod arm up she ran her left down pulling at the hem of her shirt, causing her nipple to poke through the pink cloth then let go causing the shirt to bounce back up and expose even to a greater extent of her skin. Her script dipped down under the cincture of her shorts briefly and then slid up her strong skin, under her shirt, over her breast and pinching her mamilla. She pulled her shirt up a bit farther to usher me the unscathed knocker briefly before pulling her hand away and letting her shirt fall. section of the shirt hung up on her mammilla but she, nor I, minded. Her free people hand unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and skid deep under them. I don't think she's wearing any underwear. I couldn't supporter myself and began to rub my backbreaking cock beneath my own short circuit. She smiled seductively and bit her lower lip. Whatever her fingers were doing she was really enjoying it. The Ipod manus slid down and behind her and with both, and a fiddling squirm, her short dropped to the primer coat. She made an over-exaggerated abash"O"with her mouth and stepped out of them.

She turned and grabbed the kitchen chair and turned it so she could sit on it and face up me. With her back to me she put one of those farsighted bronze legs on the president and bent forward slightly so I could see her fingers working along her lips and all the way back to her asshole then back to her back talk where she slid two inside before pulling them out and bringing them to her mouth. She turned her head half way so I could see her suck her own succus off of them. Still gyrating her hips to the music she ran her hand back down her dresser and over her sweet lips again. As she sat down with her dorsum to me, straddling the chair, she slipped to fingers inside herself. God what a eyeshot. She slid her ass towards me and leaned forward. With her ass almost off the professorship I could easily see her working her two finger's breadth in and out of her kitty. Her back arched in joy. I couldn't take it anymore and undid my own shorts and pulled my hard turncock free. I began to stroke my throbbing member.

Belinda turned her headland again towards me. Her aspect was contorted with passion and lust…. she opened her eye and looked to puff when she saw me. She stood and removed her finger and cohere them in her oral fissure as she turned to face me. I could see her shining sass. She shaved herself clean.

She set the Ipod on the table and sat down facing me this time. Not taking her centre of my cock she opened her legs wide and slid her ass down exposing her beautiful pussy and mother fucker to me. Her powerful hand spread her lips and the Saame two finger on her left slid back inside of her. She used her right on hand to knead her clit. My pace increased when she slid in the tierce finger. I didn't concern who could be watching besides her. All I wanted was to be in her. I stood and hastily dropped my shorts before sitting quickly back down. I resumed stroking and used me free helping hand to caress my balls. Belinda liked what she saw and fingered herself quicker. Neither of us would hold out much longer at this charge per unit. She was more wet then any charwoman I have ever seen. Her hand was shining as her juice dripped out of her. Suddenly she stopped rubbing her clit and slid her hand under her leg causing it to rear. She slid one finger from that hand into her shiny pussy took it out and slid it tierce metacarpophalangeal joint deep in her ass. She came with a scream at the sense datum. Her whole torso shook. I watched as her juices ran freely from her hired man and puddled on the floor.

I didn't last practically recollective and launched rophy after roofy of cum onto her deck, my trunks and all over my hand. Panting, I watch Belinda stand unsteadily and take the air slowly to the sliding meth threshold. She unlocked it and tiredly used her system of weights to slip it open. She wore a sexy malefic smiling and stepped out one-half nude onto the deck with me. She walked up to me, put my ipod in my clean hand and took the cum covered one with the other, slant forward and kissed me deep. Our tongues danced briefly before she pulled away and turned her attention to my cum-covered deal. She licked a large glob of my cum off it and swallowed.

"Ummmmm"was all she said before turning and walking back into her sign. I sat there still and watched that ass swing. Belinda slid the doorway shut and locked it before finally pulling her shirt over her head and off. She stood there a minute, completely nude finally, teasing her knockout nipple and giving me a few minutes to soak in her lulu. Then she simply turned off all the spark plunging us both into darkness.

I sat there for a few Sir Thomas More minutes deciding if I should try the sliding doorway to see if it was really locked or just go home base. I decided to put my shorts back on and headed for home base knowing damn well that she was in her windowpane right now watching me as I crossed the street. I can play this game. I didn't turn around to look .