There were still a few people out about jogging or finishing up the Saturday honey-dos. Most of the children were inside although there was evidence a...l around that they had been there. There was a bike in the Smith's yard with the wheel still spinning. There was the portable basketball goal at the end of the Roger's driveway that had sure been the focus of attention in the afternoon. The Brady's little girl Sally had left her doll carriage by the curb only two houses down from my destination.. My pussy started to get wet. I resisted the urge to touch it: this was to be all about him doing things to me. I wasn't to have any actual part in it. My nipples hardened, my pussy ached to be penetrated. I waited, as horny as I'd ever been.I heard the front door open. My heart skipped a beat, literally. I felt my body flood with adrenaline. In accordance to what I'd told him I needed, I turned over onto my elbows and knees on the bed, my arse jutting upwards.Footsteps on the stairs. . My worst nightmare had happened. What could I do. To make matters worse asI lay there I realised that when I had been knocked out I had lost controlof my bladder and wet my nappy.I grabbed at my wig and tried to fit it in place in the vain hope that shewould not have noticed while expecting the woman to scream at any moment.After the initial shock, however, instead of screaming she simply said,"I'm so sorry for hitting you, are you all right, oh my goodness me you dolook funny."I really had not. Instead, I could feel my nipples hardening, and Ifelt a sweaty warmth down between my legs, like I'd been exercising, andmade me feel like I wanted to open my legs. I reached down, and felt thedampness. I could smell myself. Without thinking, I reached a hand downthere, and split my labia with my middle finger, touching my clit. Myknees almost buckled as a shock shot through my body. It was incrediblysensitive. I moved to the bed, and immediately started touching myself again. Itfelt incredibly.