Next Door's Sexy Mother and Daughter
"What's that bulge? It looks different from mine."
My eighteen-year-old neighbor, sweet but simple, stared curiously at the place between my legs, a hungry glint in her eyes.
I played dumb. "Why don't you show me what yours looks like?"
To my surprise, without the slightest hesitation, she suddenly tugged off her little white skirt, revealing a smooth, bare patch of skin.
"See? Right here—it's totally flat. There's nothing at all."