Not to address ill of the utter, but the guy that lived across the street was a complete ass. He is one of the few mass that when he died, instantly improved the sprightliness of those around him. Over the past eight years I watched him abuse just about every person that came within earshot. From neighbour to the police and fire section to the kids that walked down the bowling alley next to his family, construction 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 deliver when she was arrested for DUI after John had turned her in and she lost her license. True chronicle. I never talked with Belinda too much. She seemed nice enough but with John around you couldn't get More than a passing word in.

Several yr ago lavatory was diagnosed with liver cancer…. or so he said. We are all sure it was from pickling his liver from all the chinchy vodka he drank. On a normal day he was passed out by 2:00 pm which is why he never was capable to sustain a job more than than a few Day. Almost two weeks ago temptress alerted me that something may have happened at John's mansion. An ambulance pulled up and I watched its crowd roll in an equipment loaded gurney. Not long after they rolled John out and loaded him up before driving off with no sirens. Two years after that a car was parked outside with out of town plates. The next day I saw his obit. Devoted husband and loving Father my ass. For the following few days after that unlike topical anesthetic stopped by with nutrient and heyday. None of them neighbor. I was guessing the great unwashed Belinda worked with or maybe family appendage. I didn't go over. What was I going to do ? Pay my deference with a hearty thank God he's finally deadened ? I'm not hypocritical so I kept to myself, along with the other neighbors.

A few solar day ago I started seeing Belinda outside much more mowing the lawn or tearing. At night she would sit in her enclosed porch for hours. Several times she I saw her walking to the community mailbox and she would smile at me from across the street and move over me a fairly animated wafture. She didn't appear to me to be a aggrieve widow. She seemed rather well-chosen actually. However I was the only one that thought that apparently as neighbor started asking if I had been over yet. They had headache 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's ghost would obsess them or something. I finally reluctantly agreed and the next day when I saw her out to get the postal service, I waved and jogged across the street.

She waited until I was stepping up over the Curb."how-do-you-do Michael,"not making eye contact.

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

"I'm okay. 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 contact. Just absently string past me into infinite."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 unsure and somewhat nervous.

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

She just smiled then looked down again so I continued."face I'll see you tomorrow. If you need anything just let me know. 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 screwing ass.

The next day rolled around soon enough. I fed the dog and got her out for a walk then came back, changed into trunks and a white tee shirt, grabbed my glove, a bucket and my little spadeful and went over to Belinda's. I didn't bother to bump. I just let myself in their…. her backyard. The logic gate to her privacy fencing was not locked. Nobody locks anything in this lowly Town. I walked straight to the garden. Mass of weeds. It looked like she watered plenty because the veg looked gracious but the weeds were everywhere. This was no simple weeding. I set my ipod to random, put my earbuds in, gloved up and repel right in. I ended up having to soak the background some in order to get the solution to let go and dropped the little by-blow in my bucket.

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

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

"That's okeh. I was in my own world"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 second dumbfounded that I had not noticed her trim in her robe and slippers. She really HAD thrown me for a loop. I wrapped the earbuds around my ipod and set it up on the tabular array on the deck of cards out of the sun and went back to work.

She did take her time. I was starting to wonder before she finally came out. I had to do a double up take. The few multiplication I went over to see St. John the Apostle, before he became the drunken ass, Belinda was always at the computer in a chat room or playing online games. 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 wizardly 4-0 mark but she looked jr., just a bit tire out out as you would carry, and very pretty. She was wearing cut off drawers and a white button down shirt with no constitution. She didn't need any. Her blonde haircloth pulled back, baseball cap on her principal and glove in her hired man, she walked over to me actually smiling. She's skinny with really nice tanned pegleg. chest were not big but not low either. Maybe a 34c ?

She stopped and waved her limb at me.

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

"Just making for sure. Don't want to kill you before the weeds are pulled"she joked.

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

"No no no"putting her mitt up in vindication and laughing.

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

For the following few hours we pulled grass and got ourselves plentifulness muddy and fairly soaked from the shank down kneeling in wet soil. We chatted and joked about work, atmospheric condition, her son and his finance and just about everything BUT King John. I learned more from her in these two hours then I did in eight age. We were both starting to get really hot and sweaty with the noonday sun pounding down on us when one of my jokes was answered, not with a jest or comeback, but a sloppy mud formal to the vertebral column of my head. My reaction was quick and decisive. I dowsed her with the hose. full-of-the-moon jet right into the rachis and pectus when she spun around.

"holy tinker's damn THAT'S COLD !"as she tried to dance and weave to avoid the hose.

I turned if off."Had enough ?"

With her vertebral column turned to me,"YEAH YEAH UNCLE UNCLE ! ! !"Laughing and dripping she turned around. Her once whiteness shirt was translucent. Even though she was wearing a bikini top ( damn it ) I could narrate she looked damn sexy.

She looked at me then down at her shirt."guessing there isn't a great deal breaker point in wearing this is there ?"I tried to look around and line up something to do like pull a sess or tie my shoe as she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. As she hung it on a tree arm I took the chance and took a secure look at her. I don't cogitate she had an oz. of fat on her. Water droplets shimmered on her bare hide. The bikini top didn't leave a lot to the imagination, being a bit belittled I could see the position of her breast and two very excited nipple. My cock certainly noticed too. When she turned back to front me I quickly looked down searching for something to do and comment my baseball glove and spadeful on the ground. I grabbed my bucket and knelt down, picked up and placed my mitt and shovel in the bucket. It was an tardily way to hide the growing bulge in my boxershorts. While I standing up I felt two workforce hit my back and shove me forward. I fell side first into the garden making a sharp smack noise as my body hit water and mud. Ice cold water from the hose down quickly followed blasting me in the ass and small of my back. She's right. The water is frigid. plot on.
By the time I was getting to my feet she had already backed off quite a bit so I had some primer to cover before I got to her. With a war cry I charged. She screamed and ran away from me hose pointing at me, activate down and an ice cold jet of piss hitting me in the breast and boldness. She didn't make it more than ten feet before I dodged to the left field and grabbed her around the waist picking her up off the solid ground. She squealed as she tried to get me with the hose, her legs flailing in the air. We wrestled as I tried to disarm her and fell to the ground. This was my soil now. She was flying but I had a honorable 60 lb on her. A couplet of clock time I felt those difficult nipples rubbing up against me just as I'm indisputable she felt how hard my cock was through my boxershorts. I so badly wanted to grab that tie to her bikini top on her backbone and return it a puff so I could snog and drub those mammilla but I didn't. The poor dame 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 mellifluous, aphrodisiacal grin right as the water blasted me in the face of the face. She still had the hose. I aimed it right at her. My hand ready to hale the trigger.

"You wouldn't dare."

I did but not as she expected. I shoved the nozzle under the stripe of her shortstop and flooded her with the icy goodness of revenge.

"OH MY GOD THAT'S COLD"as she squirmed her way out from under me. She hopped to her understructure and was dancing around as the water ran down her legs. 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 clean up and get back in 30 bit and we can force out up the grill. Least I can do is fix you some dinner party for helping me out."

"I would enjoy that."

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

I stood there for a minute and watched her walk of life up her footstep and through the glass siding room access on her deck into her house.

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I had no mind I had so much mud and plant bits stuck to me until I looked in the mirror. My God I looked like something on a science Fiction cable channel. I actually needed just about the full phase of the moon 30 minutes to get light and dressed. I grabbed a nursing 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 presence door twice, Belinda didn't answer. I thought maybe she was in the back grand but she wasn't. I peered around the corner first just to see where the hose was. It was the same berth I left it. The grillwork sat where it was that morning so clearly she had not come back alfresco yet. Her pack of cards was across-the-board with a cover version and lattice edging. I walked up the distich of step to the table and put down the bottle of vodka and looked around. Under the kitchen window was a terrace area that looked like it may double over as repositing. I walked over and tried the lid, it opened well-off. interior was charcoal grey, faint fluid, a lighter and some very nice grilling tools. I set the oxford gray and barge fluid on the ground and pulled out a lighter and utensils before shutting the lid. Once shut I stood up and looked through the kitchen window just in clip to see Belinda number out the bathroom carrying something. All I could see was her bare back and she was topless. I really wanted her to grow around but also didn't want to be caught. When she rounded the quoin and left my slew I picked up the lighter fluid and sack of charcoal and took them out to the yard. My brain was feeling hangdog, not about peeking through her window because that was an accident. The guilt trip was because I was having a hard time not going back and taking another look. I poured in some charcoal grey, gave it a splash of barge fluid and lit them. There was a lawn chairman near so I turned it to look the grill and sat down to hold back and keep an eye on the fervidness. About five proceedings later two scoot glasses appeared in my peripheral vision. I gratefully took one. One of her hands was on my shoulder and I could feel her against the book binding of my head as she stood behind me.

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

I drank the chill shot of vodka and felt it warm my pharynx. I raised the Methedrine up a bit so she could take it, said"Your welcome"and tilted my forefront back so I could appear 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 soft undersurface of her breasts and those difficult mamilla pushing her shirt out.

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

I heard her laugh as she took a half whole step back and set over kissing my forehead."You're not supposed to facilitate. You worked enough today. Just sit back, watch and keep me company."

"I can do that."

"Another jibe ?"

"Yes please."

"Beer."

"Yes please."

"I'll be rectify back."

As she walked away I turned to await. She was wearing white shorts and a pink one-half shirt. No shoes. Her hairsbreadth was pulled back and held with a rubber eraser band. I watched her ass as she walked all the way into her mansion. I turned around and settled back in to wait. The coal were getting close to being ready so I stood up and started to spread 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 shots. She is one of those women that have that born beauty and need no make-up. She wasn't wearing any and looked very dependable. She set the tray down and immediately smiled at me and took the glossa away from me."Sit. Relax."

The tray had brauts, veggie kabob of red and lily-livered peppers and Allium cepa and some cow chip and dip and of course, beer and vodka. I picked up the guesswork of vodka and handed her one. We did the shots, she handed me her glass and she pointed at the president 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 little as the vodka and beer made it into our descent stream. I watched her James Cook, okay stared at her ass, and tried to hide the bulge in my shorts. The cloth of her shorts is wonderfully slim. Why couldn't she have been wearing those a few hour ago ? Occasionally she would turn around to bring a drink of beer and show off her suntanned and sculpted body and ever-hard tit to me. The food for thought was very good. The beer was plentiful. The company was buzzed. Belinda wasn't shy at all. She rather enjoyed showing off her body to me. She would flex over and let her shirt spill open so I could take care and she would feast me a cow chip 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 metre to get me moving. She had me set the tray on the counterpunch and asked me to grab the gibe glasses. The nursing bottle of vodka she retrieved from the freezer. She grabbed the front man of my shorts sliding her finger into the waist band and pulled me outside onto the deck. She had brought me to a semi hard state of matter by slapping my butt on the way inside. With her fingers in my shorts, I was rapidly growing and as usual I wasn't wearing underwear. When my prick began forcing itself over her fingers I expected some sort of response ; pull her hand away or cop a tactile property, but she just pulled me out onto the deck and put my ass in a president at the table. She started at my crotch for a few seconds. I know she must be able to see my head by now. She turned and sat the bottle down on the mesa and took the glass 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 head poking out of my short, and sighed."I have a confession to construct but you can't ever tell anyone and you can't concord it against me. Promise."

"Promise."

"I've been watching you for a long meter. From my sleeping accommodation upstairs I can see in your bureau and your kitchen in the morning."

I just smiled and looked at her. I live alone and don't wear very 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 office naked. I wondered just what she saw.

She continued,"I've seen you in the break of the day 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 much. You'll be shutting your pall for sure already."

"No I wont. I'm not shy in example you haven't noticed."I stood and put my helping hand in my shortstop to aline myself just to get the breaker point across. When I sat back down I looked at her and said,"come on I want to know. And what ?"

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

"Nice. And ?"

"And this daybreak 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 find 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."

Looking in my eyes,"its not that I don't want to cause I do. I want you in the worst 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 little walking to the sliding glass doorway and opening it. She was half way in when she looked back to me and shut off the light over the deck. The only illumination now was from inside the sign of the zodiac."You left your Ipod here when you left and you might want to move that electric chair over here in front of the door. Oh ! And don't disappoint me by being good."With that she slid the ice door shut and locked it.

I just kinda looked at the vodka and then the door. Vodka, door. Belinda tapped on the glass and I looked over. She was putting in one of my ear buds then looked at me and motioned to run the hot seat over in presence of the threshold. What they hell do I have to lose ? I moved the chairwoman over in front of the door, about 5 human foot from it, and sat down. Belinda was inside scrolling through my songs. She apparently found something she liked, tapped the play button and began to slowly and seductively dance. Belinda slowly gyrated her hips to whatever song she was playing. Lifting her arms above her head she exposed more than of her suntanned, fit stomach and ribs. I wished the shirt was a little shorter so I could see her breasts. Keeping her Ipod arm up she ran her left down pulling at the hem of her shirt, causing her nipple to poke through the garden pink textile then let go causing the shirt to ricochet back up and expose even more of her skin. Her hand dipped down under the cincture of her shortstop briefly and then slid up her warm up peel, under her shirt, over her boob and pinching her nipple. She pulled her shirt up a bit farther to show up me the whole knocker briefly before pulling her hand away and letting her shirt twilight. parting of the shirt hung up on her tit but she, nor I, minded. Her innocent hand unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and skid oceanic abyss under them. I don't think she's wearing any underwear. I couldn't help myself and began to rub my heavily tool beneath my own shorts. She smiled seductively and bit her lower lip. Whatever her digit were doing she was really enjoying it. The Ipod hand slid down and behind her and with both, and a piddling wiggle, her shorts dropped to the undercoat. She made an over-exaggerated embarrassed"O"with her sassing and stepped out of them.

She turned and grabbed the kitchen hot seat and turned it so she could sit on it and face me. With her back to me she put one of those foresightful suntanned wooden leg on the president and stoop forward slightly so I could see her finger working along her lips and all the way back to her shit then back to her rim where she slid two inside before pulling them out and bringing them to her lip. She turned her headland half way so I could see her suck her own juice off of them. Still gyrating her articulatio coxae to the euphony she ran her hand back down her chest and over her sweet back talk again. As she sat down with her back to me, straddling the chair, she slipped to finger's breadth inside herself. God what a position. She slid her ass towards me and leaned forward. With her ass almost off the chair I could easily see her working her two finger's breadth in and out of her pussy. Her back arched in pleasure. I couldn't take it anymore and undid my own shorts and pulled my hard cock disembarrass. I began to stroke my throbbing member.

Belinda turned her head again towards me. Her typeface was contorted with passion and lust…. she opened her center and looked to gasp when she saw me. She stood and removed her fingerbreadth and dumbfound them in her mouth as she turned to present me. I could see her shining lips. She shaved herself clean.

She set the Ipod on the table and sat down facing me this time. Not taking her middle of my turncock she opened her branch wide and slid her ass down exposing her beautiful pussy and asshole to me. Her proper hand spread her lips and the same two fingers on her leftfield slid back inside of her. She used her right hand to work her clit. My tempo increased when she slid in the third base finger. I didn't precaution 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 hand to caress my balls. Belinda liked what she saw and fingered herself quicker. Neither of us would last much farseeing at this charge per unit. She was more wet then any woman I have ever seen. Her hand was shining as her juice dripped out of her. Suddenly she stopped rubbing her button and slid her handwriting under her leg causing it to rise. She slid one finger from that hand into her glistening kitty took it out and slid it third base knuckle trench in her ass. She came with a thigh-slapper at the sensation. Her whole torso shook. I watched as her juice ran freely from her hired man and puddled on the floor.

I didn't survive much long and launched roofy after rope of cum onto her pack of cards, my trunks and all over my hand. trousering, I watch Belinda stand unsteadily and walk slowly to the sliding shabu door. She unlocked it and tiredly used her weightiness to slew it capable. She wore a aphrodisiacal evil grin and stepped out half naked onto the deck of cards with me. She walked up to me, put my ipod in my blank hand and took the cum covered one with the other, leaned forward and kissed me thick. Our glossa danced briefly before she pulled away and turned her attention to my cum-covered hand. She licked a large glob of my cum off it and swallowed.

"Ummmmm"was all she said before turning and walking back into her house. I sat there still and watched that ass swing. Belinda slid the door shut and locked it before finally pulling her shirt over her caput and off. She stood there a minute, completely nude finally, teasing her heavy teat and giving me a few arcminute to drench in her beauty. Then she simply turned off all the lights plunging us both into darkness.

I sat there for a few more than minutes deciding if I should try the sliding threshold to see if it was really locked or just go family. I decided to put my shorts back on and headed for nursing home knowing damn well that she was in her window right now watching me as I crossed the street. I can play this game. I didn't turn around to await .