Start close to home.

Adam grinned. Gretchen and Mallory would be perfect.

He pulled on his clothes and left his Mom and sister put themselves together, reminding them to go heavy on the make up, and headed next door.

The lesbian couple in their early thirties were not big fans of Adam. His bedroom window was above theirs and unfortunately they had caught him watching them dress. Gretchen was a West African immigrant with an incredible rack and ass who liked to dress in form-fitting outfits. Mallory was the more butch of the two, with a short hair style, black dyed blacker, and a penchant for flannel, but before they started closing the drapes he had discovered that under the flannel she liked your wear lacy, girly underwear.

Mallory scowled when she saw it was him at the door.

"What do you want?" She asked, suspicious.

"I'm your neighbor," he said.

"I know," she said, making clear she didn't like the fact.

"I live next door," he elaborated, priming her logic circuits.

"Right..." She said impatiently.

"So you want to be a good neighbor and invite me in," he said.

She blanked for a moment and invited him in.

"Who was it, Mal?" Gretchen asked, entering the room.

The black woman was wearing a tight white turtleneck and grey caprise, a black sash around her waist emphasizing her curves.

"What do you want?" She demanded, her smile vanishing.

"This is your house, Gretchen," he said. "Mallory let me in your house."

"Yes, I can see that," she said, shooting a glance at her wife.

"And you like your guests, so logically you both must like me," he said. "So you both need to greet me with a hug and a kiss and let me squeeze your asses, since that's how you welcome guests."

The lesbian couple blanked for much longer, having a harder time seeing the logic, but they got there eventually.

"Welcome to our home," Gretchen said with a big, welcoming smile and stepped forward to kiss him on the cheek and then hug him, her massive jugs pressing as he groped her ass.

"Welcome to our home,"Mallory said, kissing him on his other cheek and letting him grab her ass through the denim as they hugged. Not nearly as nice as her wife's, but the fact that he was making her do it was more than making up for it.

"You ladies really know how to make a guy feel welcome," he said. "But I have some important things to tell you."

"What is that, Adam?" Gretchen asked with a friendly grin.