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Riley Mason sure made an impression on all the guys in the neighborhood by hosting a party for all the games and fights. But after four years she is moving out and what a better way to say “good-bye” than to host one last party…between her legs and in her mouth!



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New Blog: NEIGHBOR AFFAIR NEIGHBORAFFAIR.COM still could not help wondering who scratched the graffiti on the front door, who she called early that same morning. I suspected her ex-husband Hugo, but could not be sure. Why call this person, why torture him? I had no doubt the person she called was a man. To me, it signaled a tremendous hate, a boiling rage. I did not wish to be pounding my cock into her one day and have some enraged behemoth burst into the room, a shotgun already pumped, a calloused finger on the trigger, the artillery aimed at our humping bodies. The last thing I would hear as I stroked in and out, the blast of the gun. Raising my head off the pillow, peering across the contours of Harmony's body, I could see Eric had vamoosed. The quiet apartment absorbed the sounds of giggling children playing outside, a car starting smoothly, a car door slamming and a lawn mower off in the distance. My head dropped back on the pillow, for several minutes I studied the whirls of painted brush strokes on the ceiling and like Robert the Bruce in his cave, I watched a small spider in the ceiling's left corner hard at work weaving its web.