After my shift was done I went home as usual. Later on that evening I received a text from Sara, she had messaged me her address as well as a time to ...how up. Looks like she was not chickening out.The following evening I arrived at Sara's house at 7:00 p.m. She lived on a third-floor apartment in town. As I knocked on the door I became aware of how nervous I was, wondering what type of massage she would let me give.Sara opened the door in a Chinese style bathrobe. Her hair was up high in a bun.. Al must’ve been almost done, which means he didn’t clean the table of the dust and dirty tools!Abby went downstairs and there was Al, putting the final touches on the fan.“Al, who’d you get to do what I asked you to do?”“Abbs, there’s a window, use it.” He smiled at her.“Why?” The smell of new cut grass drifted into the kitchen, past the motionless curtains, along with the sound of the lawnmower.That’s his job, but in this heat, even his ginger hair had more curses than the Wicked Witch of the. Right! Laughing, we girls looked at each other, grabbed our buckets and ran towards him and dumped the soapy water over him. Now we were all soaked and laughing like crazies. Blue eyes looked at us and held out a hand in my direction. "Hi, my name is Roy." "Hi, I'm Suzie,” I said, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you. Ah… this is Jan and Becky." They exchanged handshakes and I said, ”Since we’re all soaked, guess we need to finish your car and get home; it’s getting late." "I tell you what. Last night’s events were sharp in my mind and I felt a sudden arousal but also a real demand to get to the bathroom. When I returned, my cock was still half-hard as I anticipated the pleasant task of waking my wife and pick up where we had left off last night. However, that enjoyable thought was quickly wiped form my brain as I saw Sandy lying on the back, sobbing profusely. ‘Oh, Honey, I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do all that. Please forgive me!’ My first reaction was to ask.