Thought this was an old-folks neighborhood.” Helen couldn’t help but smile at that, as any woman of thirty-five would. “Swing set. That means ki...s, and that means...” Both young men finished the sentence simultaneously, “MILF.” They shared a laugh. “She’s got great tits. And that fucking ass in those jeans?” “Bam! I would hit that like a prize-fighter.” “Yeah, but who goes first?” “Flip a coin. Who gives a fuck? I’d take sloppy seconds for a piece of that ass.” Helen stood listening, her. "The man pried his shoes off and dropped his slacks and underwear. He caught up the slacks and d****d them over the straight-backed chair sitting in the cubbyhole in the middle of the dresser."Probably have a rough time explaining it to your husband." he noted.The woman snorted. "That worthless bum? Crap, if he could keep and hold a job I wouldn't be out here supporting his lazy ass by spending my nights on my back or on my knees." That's a helluva a way to talk about him." the man commented.. So perfect."Constance flushed.Then ripping his eyes away from her he quickly undressed himself.Moving to her Scarlet picked Constance up and carried her to her bunk. He kissed her open mouth then moved lower to kiss her neck, then even lower lightly flicking with his tongue."Yes, hmmmm," she moaned.He returned to her neck, gently biting it just above her shoulders."Ahh!" she jumped, starting to move her body against his, "Oh... oh..."She reached out and started to stroke his back, slowly. "And what's your plan next, Sam? Knock on the fucking door and ask tospeak to her? What the fuck are you doing? We dropped that case. It'sdone. We're not ever picking it back up again." I don't know what my plan is, Jack. But we've got to take advantage ofthis. This might be our one chance to open this thing up. Big. Thereare a LOT of people here, Jack. It's some great big party or something.Limos, gowns, servants, everything. Real classy thing." So what?" Just get over here.