oh so naughty 3

Over the next few weeks, Nancy was a regular visitor. We
fucked at every opportunity and in every position I could
think of, and then a few that she came up with herself. Soon
she had progressed up the scale and was pleasuring me in
ways I could only dream of. There was also a wild side to her
as I soon realised. One afternoon, Nancy called round. As usual I had left the
door unlocked and she slipped in. She came through to me
in the kitchen and snuggled up close. As I stood by the washing
up sink, with my hands full of soapy suds, she started to
stroke the front of my trousers. Needless to say, my cock
sprang to attention under her touch. Just then, I looked
out the window and saw her mother coming out of her house
across the fence and walking towards my house! Any second
now she would have a clear view into my kitchen window! Nancy
saw the look on my face, glanced round and saw her mother
and immediately dropped to her knees, below the level of
the window and mercifully out of sight. As Liz came up to my window, she gestured for me to open up.
As I leant forward to do so, I felt Nancy’s hand on my leg.
Slowly working its way up my calf and over my knee. Her hand
began to squeeze my thigh and as Liz began to speak to me through
the window, I felt her fingers fumbling at my flies. ‘Hi Bob!’ called Liz. ‘ I wondered if you had seen Nancy around?
She missed her bible reading and her father and I wondered
where she was?’ ‘Hey there Liz’ I replied, ’ You’re looking well today.
I’m afraid I haven’t seen Nancy at all today, have you tried
the youth club?’ I lied as Nancy’s fingers stroked my cock
below the level of the window. How I kept a straight face
I don’t know, as Liz started to chat. Readers of previous episodes of this little tale will know
how hot Liz was. This preacher’s wife neighbour of mine
had long blond hair, usually tied neatly back in a pony tail
and, despite dressing perfectly respectably and demurely,
you could tell she had a great body.