“Oh Phil,” I said, looking at the bulge in his groin. “This is something that neighbours should not do.” But I knew that I would; I knew that I had to help him. I reached over and pressed my hand on his bulge, and Phil groaned, not in pain but in delight. He said no words; he just looked at me with longing. I undid the buttons on my blouse, pulling it open. My boobs stood proud in their pastel blue lace. I leaned toward P...

After I got home from Phil’s, I dived into the shower. I had his spunk dripping down my leg; God, if hubbie Ron ever saw that! I took the rose off the shower lead, smothered the end of the pipe with liquid soap and gently pushed it inside my fanny. I left the water running for a few minutes, flushing my fanny clean, and then pulled the hose out. I felt empty again, not nice ‘après dick’ empty, just empty. Thoroughly clean...