Neighbor Girl Needs Help pt3
The next morning as I get home from work, I see the neighbor lady that lives kitty corner from me. Miranda, I think her name is. She looks good for her age, mid 40s probably, wearing a simple red t-shift and light blue capris. I say hello on the way to my door, she smiles back and replies “Coffee Time!” and keeps on walking. As I get to my door I fumble for my keys, looking back to check her out as she walks to the coffee shop down the street, her tight pants showing off that ass, swaying the whole way. Once I get inside, I go grab a beer before I head off to bed for the day. As I’m pouring a glass, someone knocks on my door. I go to answer it …