Helping A Drunk Woman With Care And Compassion 1

Dinner was a bowl of ramen noodles, washed down by four Millers. Looking out his bathroom window, Mel’s house next door was completely dark. Mel flipped off the hairdryer and laid it on the dresser. He watched her turn away from him and, looking sideways in the mirror, rub lotion on her ass-cheeks. She was a middle aged white lady, tall, slim and with what appeared to be nice tits. “I’m Ricky, and you must be my new neighbor.”
“Hi Ricky, I’m Melanie, but everyone calls me Mel. Ricky hadn’t seen any sign of them and was getting more aggravated as the minutes clicked by. She had a dark tan except for a small bikini and bra area that were snow white. Ricky watched her hand ease up onto his shoulder, then she kissed him.