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What a good neighbor

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by Dave I was 15 years old and probably not the best looking or most attractive guy in my class. In fact, I had no girlfriend; I was shy, and pretty much just kept to myself. Our next door neighbor was a recently divorced lady named Diane. She was mid-30's, pretty face, and carried around with her two solid looking "C" cups. Diane and my mom were best of friends. In fact, when Diane's old man split, mom pretty much took it upon herself to keep a watchful eye out for Diane. Of course, mom freely volunteered me to do the "husband" like chores that needed to be done around Diane's place. The relationship I had with Diane took some time to evolve but I think it is fair to say that Diane tended to be two entirely different women depending on whom she was with at the time. When hanging around with mom, she was always, well, "mom-like." When she would invite me into her air-conditioned house after I did a bunch of yard work for her, Diane tended to become a teasing slut--and I loved every minute of it. Like I said, the relationship evolved over time--like two years worth of doing chores for her. But one very hot day in June, Diane had been out (with mom) to a bridal shower and came home fairly "shit-faced"; that afternoon started a practice that continued over the next full year. Diane paid me a decent enough wage to cut the grass, but the fringe she provided was worth ten times the cash. She took special delight in giving me hand jobs--deluxe wanks that required the touch and technique, which she had perfected over the years. She would lay a thick towel on the seat of the couch in the living room. I would strip at least from the waist down. Diane would go to the kitchen and return with a bottle of cooking oil (her favorite lube, I guess). She would lube my cock up, spread my legs and kneel on the floor in front of me and stroke me. Every time she felt me start to tense up a bit, she stopped stroking and allowed my juices to subside. The hand jobs lasted a minimum of one hour. She would not allow he to blow my load until she decided it was time for me to do so. When she made that decision, she always said the same thing "OK, hon, time to pop out a hot load for you little slut." And, of course, every load she wanked out of me was a minimum of three big squirts and ten or so follow up surges. Toward the end of the summer, she became more and more relaxed with me. We allowed me to view and fondle her full titties while she jizzed me off. Diane, obviously, changed my life and I will always be indebted to her for that.

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