My name is Neil Gates. Home alone for the summer, I'd stepped onto the balcony one afternoon looking for a thrill.I pulled myself out, scanning the windows across the way for the young wives in the opposite building, settling on a target to fuel my fantasy. Just as I was furiously working myself while watching a woman in nothing but her bra and panties, a crisp, clear laugh rang out.Startled, I quickly tucked myself away.Following the sound, I spotted a soft, innocent-looking eighteen-year-old girl standing on the neighboring balcony, staring at me in shock.'Damn it,' I thought. 'Busted.'Before I could figure out what to do, she asked like a child, "What's that bulge? It looks different from mine."I froze. Her big, watery eyes were so pure, so clueless. Was she… slow?Since when did a gorgeous airhead live next door?A wicked thought crept into my mind.Still playing dumb, I said, "What do you mean, different? Let me see what you've got."She didn't hesitate for a secon
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