"Eric was right, this has a little bit of Hollywood to it."

"Nothing that exciting." Robin turned serious for the first time.

“But Last year was more than enough. That was horrific. We heard all three shots. Cliff ran over and broke the door down while I called the police. He found them all dead on the bed. Said half of Mary's face was gone."

“I "Oh, that's terrible." Emma whispered -.I didn't even think about that. That you guys were neighbors.

"Ben was shot in the chest." Robin had a faraway look in her eyes as if she were seeing it all over again.

"Nathan must have put the gun in his mouth because the back of his head..." she shuddered.

"Okay, sorry. I keep going you'll pack up and go."

She sighed, and leaning forward, folded her arms on the table.

The move pushed her ample breasts up in the dress and Emma, who was on the smaller side on top briefly envied the older woman's large bust. She thought of Cliff fondling her creamy breasts, sucking her pink nipples. Emma thought of him coming on them, that thick white fluid flowing over her nipples.

Emma loved having her breasts ‘painted’ as they would say in porn.

Warm sticky cum flowing over her sensitive nipples and her pussy still gaping from the cock that had been pounding it, leading up to that delicious explosion.

"Emma?"

"Oh!" She blinked.

“Wow, sorry, I just um, drifted for a minute."

"That wine is strong and you're tired," Robin noted.

“How about I come back tomorrow after the movers leave and help you and we can chat some more." She reached across the table and took her hand.

"Its so nice to have someone next door again. I hope we can be good friends."

"I'd Like that too."

Emma stared at Robin's hand which was as fair as the rest of her. It stood out against her own tanned skin and again her mind turned to sex. Robin's hand was soft and her slender fingers tipped in purple.

She thought of that small hand around Cliff's thick cock.

Pumping it, stroking it as he sprayed his load on her tits. Again her mind went from Robin to her own fond memories of sex. The feeling of Steven's cock in her hand. The way it throbbed and the way she could feel his cum racing through it, then twitching when he exploded for her.

Emma was getting warmer by the minute and to her chagrin she was getting wet. She shook her head and Robin gave her an odd look.

“Feeling it aren't you?"

“The wine?"

“What else would I be talking about?" The question made sense, but she had the distinct feeling Robin was picking up on her arousal somehow.