Fucking the neighbours Stories

I was kicked back in my recliner, contemplating my life, while sipping on Tears of Llorona tequila. The spicy, smoky flavor was comforting, yet missing something. Tequila like that needed to be shared with someone who could appreciate it, yet I sat alone. Steph was visiting with Beth. She had seen that I was in one of my contemplative moods and knew I needed some thinking time. Not that it mattered, but I knew she wouldn’...