I set down my brush and pot of goop and went over and stood on the diving board, which gave me a view over the cinderblock fence.
As I kneeled to screw the top back on the trap, my dick, which had wilted enough to move around, slipped down along my leg. ) to look at what I was doing, didn’t seem to notice anything.
However, as I tried to shift my member around and it hardened in reply, she seemed to catch on and smiled a bit. Karen just looked at it, smiled a bit wider, and offered me a drink.
For almost three years now, I’d had a unfulfilled fantasy. Karen and Dave are next-door neighbors, both in their mid twenties.