The Lucky Old Man & His Horny Neighbors

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The Lucky Old Man and His Horny Neighbors (Sequel to The Grateful Old Man and the Eager Young Girl) By billy69boy “That girl of mine has really become insatiable since I caught her watching my ex-boyfriend and I having sex through the keyhole in my bedroom door!” the neighbor exclaimed, as she put the Chinese takeout on the table.

“Ex-boyfriend?” Mr. Brooks repeated. “Yes, we broke up a few months ago,” she answered. “Cherie saw that I was happy when we were together, but it broke her heart when we split up, and all I could do was cry.

She took to comforting me, crawling into my bed, and holding me in her little arms, telling me not to worry. ” “One night, she began to rub my genitals, I guess hoping it would make me happy again. I pushed her away, but she persisted, and I found myself getting aroused by my innocent little girl’s attempt to comfort me and make me happy.

I just relaxed, and let the feelings flow. Soon, my body was writhing and lurching, and I had the most amazing orgasm, literally, at the hands of my little girl,” the mother admitted. “We’ve been pleasuring each other ever since that night. But then she became fixated on penises.

Brooks,” she whispered. “At first, I dismissed the idea with a wave of my hand, but Cherie pushed on. She knew you were rather short tempered, but she thought you to be kind at heart, just lonely. She felt that you would treat her gently, and that you wouldn’t hurt her.

” The old man was taken aback by his neighbor’s words. The thought that he was set up by these two wily young ladies was infuriating, yet titillating all at the same time. How could he feel humiliated and flattered all at once? “I’m surprised she didn’t talk you into anal sex while she was at it,” the mother went on.

“That girl is seriously curious beyond her age!” The old man pondered his situation while he ate his Chow Mein. “So, you are okay with Cherie and me…” his voice trailed off. “Doing it?” her mother asked, finishing his sentence. “Well, Mr.

Perhaps you wouldn’t mind if I joined the two of you after dinner?” The old man found himself blushing like a schoolboy at the mother’s bold but appealing suggestion. “My name is Alice, by the way. I suppose I should have mentioned that earlier,” she said, as Cherie bound into the kitchen and jumped onto her seat.

“What are we talking about?” the little girl asked enthusiastically. “I’ve invited Mr. Brooks to spend the evening with us…would you like that, Cherie?” asked Alice. “Oh, that would be wonderful!” the young girl cooed, as she looked the old neighbor in the eye.

“I’ll do my best,” was all he could think to say. “Good, then it’s settled! Now let’s finish supper, and I’ll serve up my special dessert before we all relax together,” Alice announced. As Cherie and Alice cleared the table, Cherie raved about the banana cream pudding that her mother dished out into three large bowls.

“It has a secret ingredient that you’ll love, Mr. Brooks,” Alice explained. Could it be? The old man thought of the “secret ingredients” he had used in the c***d’s food, and wondered if they were seeking revenge. When he saw both of them dig into their bowls, he did the same.

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