“I’m not exactly against … err, ass stuff, as you call it. Best feeling ever is a finger up there while getting a blowjob.” A throat clears, and Damon can’t contain his amusement as his eyes lock on someone behind me. He tries to hide his smile by rubbing his jaw. I turn to face my neighbor—my elderly neighbor. “Hey, Mrs. Jacobs.” Mortification doesn’t begin to describe this moment.
