Sort of neighbours
Approximately 15 years ago I had my first experience of living in a shared house & moved in to a house in Basingstoke (I know…). Amongst the other residents was D, who had recently turned 18 and was married to J who was mid 40’s. D was 7 months pregnant by J when I moved in. I was the only one of 5 residents who was working & wasn’t there much so wasn’t fazed by sharing the house with a sproglet.

I was more bothered by the Shagathons which would conclude with D screaming at the top of her voice “it won’t go away” as she had (presumably) extremely powerful & long lasting orgasms. However, the worst was still to come. J had to go in to hospital to have a defective valve in his heart replaced. Big nasty operation. In hospital for several weeks etc. During which time D embarked on an affair with J’s brother. Nice. This affair continued after J had recovered from his surgery & came to a conclusion when J came back from the pub one day to find D and his brother knocking boots. I arrived home from work during WW3, packed up my bags & fucked off. I have no idea what happened subsequently but was just be out of the place & such classy people.
(lkjshaglkasjdhglkhjz lkcvl; g;aodh;owih, Tue 6 Oct 2009, 12:46, Reply)