My cock pressed against her lower abs. “Sure,” I heard Becca say into the phone, “I’ll send him right over.”
I didn’t say a word. “Can you hand me that roll of white tape in the tool box,” I said. “I’ve got to take shower. I hovered over her, my arms on either side of her torso, just under her arm pits. I stripped off my underwear and my t-shirt. “No biggie,” I replied. I had forgotten that she was taking a shower. Living next door to her was pure hell. Donna squatted down and looked in my direction. I crawled up under the kitchen sink in Donna’s house to take a look at the garbage disposal. “I am soooo sorry,” she said. I positioned myself between her legs and gingerly inserted a lone finger into her hot pussy. I had a perfect look up the open space of her shorts, from where I was positioned under the sink. Donna locked her arms around my neck, her fingers interlocking.