“Come here, Mare.” I stood, walked over and she handed me the binoculars. “One floor down and to the left.” After focusing, I found a windo... where the light was on and the curtain open. What was I looking for, I thought? What’s Amy getting me into? Then, like a phantasm, she appeared. “Oh my God!” I sharpened the focus and I felt Amy’s arms wrap around me, her breasts pressing hard against my back. This stranger stood in front of the window, wearing an opened robe barely concealing her. “So if it’s a problem in any way, I’ll make my apologies to Sylvia and head back upstairs. I’ve had a real long day anyway so saying I’m a bit tired really wouldn’t be much of a stretch.”“Nonsense,” Heather replied, “there’s no reason for you to leave. Believe me, this is hardly the first time my aunt has done this to me. She likes to think of herself as the family matchmaker and I’ve pretty much gotten used to it by now.”“Okay, then I’ll stay,” Monica responded, glad that Heather had insisted. Leigh started sliding the zipper of the silver dress down towards Cherie’s ass. Cherie shrugged her shoulders and the dress slid to the floor. She stepped out of it wearing only the lacey bra and thong.Cherie did the same with Leigh’s black dress. Leigh had to wiggle around a little but soon the dress was also on the floor. Leigh wasn’t wearing a bra but had on some black pantyhose. She peeled them off and tossed them aside. The two made their way to the bed and laid down. Their hands started. Bitch, he deserved better. He had dozed off, hot coffee in hand, and now woke with cold coffee over what was formally his best shirt, his interview shirt. He jumped up, spilling the remaining liquid onto the carpet. He shook his head, more to clear it than from concern over the stains, and saw that he was now officially tardy. He was grubby and late – the universe was aligned. He grabbed his keys, slammed the door, opened the door, and re-slammed it with him on the outside this time. He hadn’t.