That had been 1983. Over the years they played pinochle, poker, naked twister, strip darts, and Trivial Pursuit and blowjob roulette. They exchanged mates for entire nights and soon were joined by another couple that moved onto the street. Their little suburban loop was a very sexy place.
All good things end, however. Bob Taylor died in a car accident in 1997 and Carla moved away. The other couple took early retirement and moved south. New people moved in and life moved on.
Only Jennifer and Daryl Peterson and Ralph and Betty Burton remained of the original owners. Ralph and Betty were very nice people, but had never seemed like anyone who'd want to join in on the fun.
No, Bob and Carla had been their kindred spirits, and it wasn't likely they'd find someone new at this stage of the game.
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Robert and Emily Porter lived in the Taylor's old house now. They were a very nice family, and good looking all around, but they seemed pretty straight laced. Next to them were the Trents, who were definitely not straight laced. Patty Trent liked to do her housework bare-naked with her drapes open and sometimes hurried outside without a stitch to sit in her car in the garage-masturbating, Jennifer supposed. She and Daryl liked to watch Patty and then go fuck like crazy. They wondered if the Trents might want to come over and play, but saw no indication that Charles Trent was in any way as kinky as his wife. No, they wouldn't risk the embarrassment since Daryl's dealership did too much business with the construction firm where Charles Trent worked.
Next to the Trents lived the Mosswells. The family had only been in the house about three years now, with one son, Tillman, still living at home. The Mosswells were only the second African American family to live on the street, but whatever color, all the new people seemed pretty much the same to Jennifer.
Next to the Mosswells lived a young couple who probably couldn't afford a house as large as that. John and Terry Carter, about thirty each, were very much in love and very much pregnant at the moment with two toddlers already in residence. The Carters were probably the family Jennifer knew best since she had taken up baby sitting their little ones, Kyle and Kristy on occasion. Terry was a very friendly lady, but prone to divulging too much information. "I'm still lactating from Kyle," she confided once, and now that I'm knocked up again the milk just flows like crazy." And, when Jennifer asked why she hadn't dried up since breastfeeding the four year-old, she confided, "Well, John won't leave my tits alone long enough to stop running. I swear to god it's the only milk he likes nowadays."
Jennifer was often tempted to ask if she could have a taste of Terry's miracle milk, but she'd wisely held her tongue. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
The Burtons lived on the other side of Jennifer's home, and they were never very friendly. Fine to say hi to, and never any trouble, but they kept to themselves. Beyond them lived Andy and Claudia Adams, a couple in their twenties with a two year old and another one on the way.
Two lactating women, Jennifer thought to herself. Boy, we could open up a dairy.
She knew she should stop thinking like that because it made her too horny. Those couples were about thirty years younger that she and Daryl. They wouldn't want to fool around with a couple old folks, would they?
Stop that! Jennifer may have put a few pounds on her thighs, and her tits were giving in to gravity, but her face was nearly unlined and her belly was firm and she could out fuck the best of them if given a chance. She just had to figure out a way to get that chance.