Free Blogger: MILF NEXT DOOR - MILFNEXTDOOR stood outside the bathroom door listening to the young man's moans. Her hand started to move toward the doorknob but stopped. "What do you think you're doing?" the voice of her conscience demanded. "Do you really want to act like a slut, a bitch in heat with no morals?" The thought had the same effect as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on her. She pulled her hand back, as if the bathroom doorknob was red-hot, then she turned and bolted across the hall and into her bedroom, uttering a soft groan as she did. In her bedroom, she threw herself on the bed and began to sob. What had her life come to? She was thirty-six years old and reduced to throwing herself at teenage boys in order to get sexual satisfaction. Wracking sobs of shame and frustration shook her.
After Buddy finished in the bathroom he cleaned himself up and walked out into the hallway. He turned and took a step toward the kitchen when he heard a sound that caused him to stop in his tracks. It sounded as if someone was crying. Really crying. And the sounds seemed to be coming from Mrs. Harris' bedroom. He listened and this time he was positive that what he heard was Mrs. Harris crying. He wasn't sure why she was crying, whether he'd had something to do with making her upset, or what to do about it. He walked back and stood in front of her bedroom door, then he raised his hand to knock on the door. He paused. Should he try to see what was wrong with her, or should he just go home and leave her alone?