"Well, hi there, Trisha! I see you know how to spend your Saturdays constructively, don't you!"

Trisha gasped and opened her eyes. Standing before her was an average-looking middle-aged man who she immediately recognized as Mike Phillips, her next-door neighbor. Mike was wearing a t-shirt and Bermuda shorts – there were grass stains on his ankles – he'd probably been mowing his lawn. He was grinning at Trisha now, staring at her fingers inside her slick, wet cunt, and there was a big lump forming in the crotch of his shorts.

"Why, Mr… Mr. Phillips!" Trisha blushed with embarrassment and made a pointless attempt to cover her pussy triangle with her hand. "What are you doing here? You sort of… ahhh, surprised me. Did you want something?"

"It doesn't make much difference, does it, Trisha?" Mike leered. The lump in his pants was now long and rock-hard. Mr. Phillips had a huge hard-on. "I mean, it can certainly wait now."

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She thrust her fingers into his thinning gray hair, pulling his mouth more deeply into her pussy. "Suck it, Mr. Phillips, it does feel good. You're gonna make me cum! Suck my cunt!"

Mike licked and kissed, sucked and tenderly chewed her swollen clitty, making it protrude stiffly from its glistening pink hood. He withdrew one hand from the cheek of her ass and wriggled his fingers deep inside her pussy, pumping them in and out, finger fucking her dripping wet cunt as he sucked it.

"Unh-unh-unh-unh…" Trisha uncontrollably humped her ass off the towel, fucking her wet cunt all over Mike's face. "More, Mr. Phillips! That feels so fantastic! Suck meee… unh-unh-unh."

Mike was now pumping three fingers almost violently into her cunt, as if he were fucking her with his hand, making Trisha grunt wantonly with every thrust. Finally he withdrew his other hand from her ass and wriggled it between the cheeks, inserting his finger into the throbbing ring of her puckered asshole.