Ann Driscoll, lusting after the FILF next door

“It’s so great the kids get to celebrate their 18th together…” Andrew Marsh said to Philip Driscoll. The two men had long been best friends, ever since Andrew moved in next door 15 years prior.

Their three year olds, Philip’s daughter Ann and Andrew’s son Stanley, were the best of friends as well. Attached at the hip, Nether could remember life without the other. On top of that, their birthdays were only a few days apart.

Andrew looked over at thier now adult children, hanging out by the pool with their classmates. Stanley had his arm around his boyfriend Pete. Most of the senior year had paired up, in fact. There were even three other homosexual couples.

Ann… was the wallflower, even at her own party.

“You ever wonder what goes through that girl’s mind?” Andrew asked.

“Every damn day…” Philip sighed.