SEVERUSMAX
Benevolent Master
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George Jacobson's pool was right next to that of Lloyd Morgan. The locksmith's activities were quite visible through the hole in the picket fence, which looked like the work of a cannon ball. Lloyd's girlfriend lived there, too, along with his twenty-five year old brother, twenty-three year old fraternal twin sisters, and twenty year old youngest sister. It was summer, but they went to community college or had blue-collar jobs, anyway. They all fooled around sexually with each other.
To some neighbors, this open secret disgusted them and the Morgans were shunned. Jacobson thought it was rather sexy himself. A widower whose late wife had succumbed to the far worse vice of prescription drugs after her miscarriage, George had turned porn since her tragic death. Porn....and voyeurism, watching his next-door neighbors skinny-dip and fool around through the hole in the fence.
Neither side made an attempt to restore privacy by repairing the fence, so clearly the Morgans were fine with George watching. He wondered what they would say about him wanting to participate. It had been six months since Ashley died. It was time that he stopped mourning and started living again.
George increasingly felt that monogamy wasn't his cup of tea. Instead, he'd much rather join the Morgans in their swimming and sharing. He didn't want to date. He just wanted to screw. He hoped that he would get to take part, though he had his doubts.
Need some of the neighbors. If interested, PM me.
To some neighbors, this open secret disgusted them and the Morgans were shunned. Jacobson thought it was rather sexy himself. A widower whose late wife had succumbed to the far worse vice of prescription drugs after her miscarriage, George had turned porn since her tragic death. Porn....and voyeurism, watching his next-door neighbors skinny-dip and fool around through the hole in the fence.
Neither side made an attempt to restore privacy by repairing the fence, so clearly the Morgans were fine with George watching. He wondered what they would say about him wanting to participate. It had been six months since Ashley died. It was time that he stopped mourning and started living again.
George increasingly felt that monogamy wasn't his cup of tea. Instead, he'd much rather join the Morgans in their swimming and sharing. He didn't want to date. He just wanted to screw. He hoped that he would get to take part, though he had his doubts.
Need some of the neighbors. If interested, PM me.