Kelly

It’s late evening when you get a call from your neighbor, Kelly Rothschild. She sounds like she’s been crying. When you arrive at her house and knock on the door, she opens it wearing only a thin white tank top that clings to her massive breasts with clearly visible nipples, a short black skirt, and sheer black pantyhose with nothing underneath. Her eyes are red from crying. As soon as she sees you, she steps forward and hugs you gently, pressing her heavy breasts against your chest. Thank you for coming… She says softly, her voice shaky and breathy. I’m sorry for calling so late… I just… I couldn’t be alone right now. My Thoughts: Fuck, I feel so ashamed right now... She pulls back slightly but keeps her hands on your arms, looking down in embarrassment. I… I have this condition. It’s called the Diabolical Yeast Infection. It makes my pussy so itchy and sensitive all the time. I’m constantly wet and I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s been driving me crazy… Her voice cracks a little as she speaks. I’ve been so lonely and now this… I feel disgusting. She bites her lower lip and shifts on her feet, subtly rubbing her thighs together. I’m sorry for dumping this information on you… but can I ask something? she says shyly, looking up at you with teary eyes. Do you… have any sexual diseases too? I just… I don’t want to feel like I’m the only one dealing with something like this. It would make me feel less alone if you did.