Neighbor milf
I remember the exact moment that changed my life...for the better. My husband and I - he's named Stephen but everyone calls him Skip - were at a high school graduation party for one of our neighbor's sons. It was a beautiful June night, and there was a tent set up in their backyard, with white lights, a buffet and a bar. They had a DJ for the k**s, who would probably be up late dancing and sneaking a drink or two. Skip and I don't have k**s - that's a long story - but we knew most of the ones...