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Afterwards, she ’ d get a start on supper. It wasn ’ t anything fancy, just spaghetti made with her special sauce blend along with garlic bread. Damn! She was such a twit at times. She neglected to ask if Mike was attached. It was quite possible he ’ d be bringing a spouse or partner. She ’ d just have to make sure there was enough to go around.
    In the shower, she sank beneath the cascading warm water, feeling it cleanse her along with her favorite lime-coconut bodywash. Her thoughts wandered elsewhere.
    Mike Monroe.
    Handsome, muscular, and killer blue eyes. And his hands, big and strong. She often noticed a man’s hands.
    Ann imagined what Mike ’ s hands would feel like handling her, touching her in places that only Jeff touched her since they were married.
    Cheating wasn ’ t something that she ever thought about. It wasn ’ t in her to do so. But there wasn ’ t one darned thing wrong with looking and fantasizing.
    Her hands slipped down across her slick skin to her pussy, her fingers finding her bud. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was Mike ’ s hand doing her dirty work, pleasuring her.
    Ann groaned and, with her free hand, tweaked her nipples. It wouldn ’ t be long now.
    “ Oh yes, touch me, ” she begged, her imagination now driven into overdrive. She had to come … bad. “ Play with me. ”
    Leaning back against the shower ’ s wall, she spread her legs slightly, her clit burning with each stroke. She imagined Mike between her legs, licking her cunt, his fingers fucking her nice and deep, his thick, meaty fingers.
    When her orgasm hit, her knees buckled, and she struggled to keep from falling. “ Fuck, ” she muttered, her legs shaking.
    Towelling off, Ann felt great, a little tired but relatively stress-free. She looked forward to seeing Mike again, and she hoped Jeff would hit it off with him. They never got to really know the Donaldsons. They were much older, well into their twilight years, and extremely private and reserved. She had not been sorry to see them go.
    Looking at her watch, she darted into the bedroom to dress. Time was slipping by, and there was still so much that had to be done.

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    “ A new neighbor, really? ” asked Jeff. “ When did he get a chance to move in? This morning when I left for work, there wasn ’ t anyone around. I would have noticed if there had been. ”
    “ I guess it was after you left, ” replied Ann. He watched her stirring sauce. “ We chatted for a bit, and that ’ s when I asked him to join us for dinner. You don ’ t mind, do you? ”
    “ No, not at all. What ’ s he like? ”
    Ann added some spices to the sauce. “ He seems nice. We didn ’ t talk that much. I think he lives alone, but I ’ m not certain. If he has a significant other, my guess is that he will bring her along. ”
    “ Or him, ” Jeff added.
    Ann raised one brow. “ I don ’ t think he swings that way. ”
    “ How do you know, ” he asked, amused. “ Can you tell just by looking at him? If so, then you have powers that I sure as shit don ’ t have. ”
    Ann moved to the refrigerator, removing a small block of cheese. “ Maybe you ’ ll pick up on something when he ’ s here. After all, you ’ re the one with the experience in that area. ”
    Jeff rolled his eyes. “ Here we go again. It was one time, one freaking time in my youth. Sometimes I think I should have kept that all to me rather than tell you.
    “ I ’ m going to shower before he arrives. I stink, ” he said, smelling one of his armpits. The strong, musky odor caused him to wince.
    “ That ’ s just nasty. ” Ann wrinkled her nose and turned away from him, her attention going back to the sauce simmering on the stove.
    “ Well, what do you expect? I work construction. I sweat, and in this weather, I ’ m going to stink. ” He loved getting her worked up.
    “ Just go. ” She dismissed him with one hand, not bothering to look his way. “ And wear something nice. ”

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