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The school year had ended, and it was a beautiful late June Saturday in suburbia as I noticed the moving truck pulling into our neighbor's home. The old neighbors had sold a few months ago, and since then all I had seen were various contractors remodeling the house. My curiosity was peaked as I peered out to catch a glimpse of our new neighbors. Me and my wife were not that social, always having things to do, so we really hadn't got to know any of our immediate neighbors, despite being there for the last ten years.

The Monahan's we had talked to once or twice in that time, but really had no relationship before they sold. As such, we had no clue as to any description of the new neighbors. Were they old or young? Did they have kids? Were they black? Well I didn't think that but now I did as the woman directing the movers was a light skinned black woman who was extremely easy on the eyes. She was a striking figure that I guessed was about 5' 8*quot;, with a nice slim yet curvy figure and C or D cups as she moved about in a nice fitting pair of jeans and a tight top that displayed he assets well. Wow, a stunning woman. From a distance I pegged her at 35 years old or so.

A suburban kid my whole life, this would be my first minority neighbor unless of course you counted my wife, who was Chinese. Twenty years ago, I might have been concerned with property values etc., but I was an older wiser version of myself these days. First, the Monahan's home was the best property on the block. Also, it appeared they had put a decent amount of money into it already, so they had really increased the value of my house since they bought here. And I can't explain it but from looking at this woman, she just seemed to exude class and grace. I hoped they wouldn't think I was bringing down their house value. As I observed the scene, she looked at me and made eye contact and gave a quick wave. I smiled and waved back. She then went back to her instructions to the movers and I focused on my business and that was that. I would have to introduce myself later.

I went back into the house and was greeted with the sound of my son practicing the piano. He was quite good for a 13-year-old, but my wife was constantly on top of him to practice. Our daughter was on the computer doing some type of school work my wife had assigned for the summer. She was 10 years old, but my wife was not going to ease up on her because school was out. I saw my wife Jenna at the kitchen table on her laptop, no doubt either on-line shopping or figuring out how to schedule more crap into our busy schedule. Wearing sweats and a loose top, I wished to myself she would dress a little nicer, perhaps like our new neighbor's casual wear. At 48 years old, she still looked attractive, but she hid it these days, after 14 years of marriage.

When I first met her, she always was dressed sharp and sexy (although not slutty) with at least 2-inch heels and up. I had to buy her a pair of sneakers when I first tried to teach her golf while we dated because even her flip flops had heels on them. Now, she never put on a pair of heels and when she did, she had a dress covering down to her ankles. In the looks department I was lucky to get such an attractive woman. She was 5' 1*quot; (compared to my 5'8') with a slim figure, b cup chest, a great ass and nice thick but shapely legs. Nowadays she was carrying an extra 10 to 15 pounds over when we met, but she was a still quite attractive. I am your average 50-year-old guy these days with a bit of a gut, so I had no complaints.

Well not no complaints. Sex was once every two to three weeks. Plus, I would like to go out with my wife and watch the eyes turn for the beauty I was with. Unfortunately, her choice of outfits seemed to downplay her great ass and shapely legs so while she was very attractive, she did not draw any attention to herself. Oh, and she nagged. And not just me, the kids too. She constantly nitpicked and screeched at us to the point of annoyance. We weren't candidates for divorce, but we had some issues.

I pried her attention away from her laptop to squeeze in that the new neighbors were moving in. I let her know I had only scene the wife/woman of the house, but it appeared that she was a bit younger than us. My wife had no reaction to her skin color as it was not relevant to her as well. I asked if we should get them some kind of welcome gift, but my wife figured that would be tacky. We agreed to give them a bottle of wine from my basement, but we also figured we might not talk to them either. I had no relationship with any of the neighbors.

A few days had passed when on Tuesday evening there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to see the biggest dude I had ever seen in my life. This guy was 6'5*quot; and built like a rock. He had the size of an NFL caliber tight end. Calling him a *quot;Large*quot; black man undersold this guy, wow. I opened the door and before I could get a word out he introduced himself.

*quot;Hello, I'm Larry Jackson, your new neighbor,*quot; he said.

*quot;Hi Larry, I'm Randy nice to meet you,*quot; I replied.

*quot;Same here,*quot; he said. *quot;Listen, sorry to be short with you, but I was wondering if you had a cordless drill I could borrow. Somehow, mine was misplaced güvenilir bahis in the move and I 'm trying to get set-up,*quot; he explained.

*quot;Aaaah sure, no problem, come on in,*quot; I said.

He shook my hand as he walked in and it was enormous. I felt like a child. I introduced Larry to Jenna and we headed to the basement to get my drill. I asked him if he needed anything else, but he said that was all that was misplaced. I asked if he needed a hand but explained his sons were home from college. He was extremely pleasant, but he had an air of confidence and firmness in his demeanor. We exchanged cell phone numbers and he was on his way.

After he left, Jenna came over to me.

*quot;Handsome guy. And wow, is he gigantic, what did he want?*quot; she asked

*quot;Needed to borrow a tool. Seems a bit older than his wife though. I guessed he was closer to my age, plus he had college aged boys. I wonder if that's his second wife,*quot; I wondered aloud.

*quot;College age boys?*quot; my wife said inquisitively. *quot;Why would they buy that large house if the kids aren't going to be there?*quot; she questioned.

*quot;I don't know. I did not have a long chat, maybe he has other kids or a second family with his new wife,*quot; I reasoned.

That ended our conversation as my wife found something my son had done to annoy her and her voice carried as she criticized him. She thinks he is handsome? I guess he was, I could never seem to tell what women considered handsome, but he definitely kept himself in shape and was quite an imposing figure. I made a mental note to not piss him off over something stupid.

Nothing eventful happened and the week went on as normal until Friday when I got a text from my neighbor reading, *quot;Thanks for lending the drill, we would like to invite you for dinner tomorrow.*quot;

Wow that was fast. The new neighbors are friendly. I texted back about checking with the wife. She did not seem all that interested, but we decided to go and responded as such. After a few back and forth's we would be there around 5pm. My wife would make a side dish to bring and I selected two decent bottles of wine and figured that would good.

I awoke Saturday and thought to myself that perhaps it would be good to have a relationship with the neighbors. As a kid, my parents always got along with our neighbors, although we kids all seemed to be around the same age. Since I had move out on my own, and then in marriage, I had basically not gotten along with neighbors or did not even know who they were. Perhaps this was a good step. I did my daily chores and then got ready for dinner. Of course, the wife was running late.

*quot;C'mon Jenna!*quot; I yelled. *quot;We can't tell them we were stuck in traffic.*quot;

*quot;Shove it,*quot; she retorted.

Why does it take her forever to get ready I thought? She spends two hours and then comes down wearing a crappy (in my mind) outfit. At 5:10 she did come down, non-sexy attire of course but she looked good. A loose-fitting pair of jeans and a plain unexciting top. She ushered the kids, I grabbed the stuff and we headed over fashionably late. A huge improvement of our normal arrivals.

We arrived and were welcomed in by what would turn out to be the eldest son, Larry Jr. Like his Dad, he was a physical specimen, 6' 4*quot;, probably 220 pounds or so of in shape male. Not necessarily as amazing as his Dad as this kid was (as it turned out) 20, but I was never in that kind of shape at any age. Really pleasant, yet firm like his Dad he invited us in. He was friendly to the kids and gave Jenna's hand a kiss. He introduced his younger brother Darrell who I guess was the runt of the litter at 6' 2*quot; and about 205 lbs. This was the fittest family in the universe. I could work out for a year straight and still be embarrassed next to these guys. He had that confident quality as well, not uncomfortable around older people, respectful but forceful as he shook my hand. He also kissed Jenna's hand and was nice to the kids. This was an impressive family. We had excellent new neighbors I thought as we moved into the living room.

Next out was the Misses who was as beautiful as I remembered. She was wearing a form fitting cocktail dress with 3*quot; heels which made her tower over me and Jenna. Jenna looked nice, this woman looked like she could attend any event and fit in perfectly. Her name was Shanice and she was very nice but like the rest of the family, self-assured and assertive in her mannerisms. I meekly took her hand as a hello as I felt weird kissing her hand but did not feel assertive enough to kiss her cheek or hug her in any way. Larry arrived to say hello. He was dressed immaculately in perfectly pressed pants, a sharp dress shirt and he was well-groomed and wearing a pleasant cologne. All that on his perfect body and apparently handsome face and this guy had it together. I felt out of my element. He apologized to Jenna for not spending any time with us at our house and gave her a hug and a peck on the lips hello. He had game.

Darrell took the kids on a tour of the house and the five of us sat down in the living room as Larry Jr. got everyone a cocktail. Shanice sat next to me on the love seat and Larry sat next to Jenna on the couch. I am not a connoisseur of türkçe bahis fine home furnishings, but the room looked like a professionally styled room. Larry Jr. arrive with the drinks and sat on the other side of Jenna as we learned what they wanted us to know.

They had moved here from New York City were Larry had just sold his business (some kind of tech company) and was opening a restaurant a few towns away. He had a management team for that, so that was more like a hobby and he would be spending a lion's share of his time here, as he considered another avenue of the tech world to get into. This was all impressive to me