Chin-chin!The gin has gone down a treat and I’ve been here for a couple of hours. It’s pretty quiet for a Sunday with only bird song and the smell...of BBQ’s to disturb the tranquillity. I’m laid on my front and I’ve been drifting in and out of sleep for the last 30 mins. I’m so relaxed and a little tipsy. I turn over, sit up, take another sip of my drink, lay back and close my eyes.I hear the neighbour frantically trying to open (or close, I can’t tell) their window so I open my eyes to see. I turned to greet her and was surprised, because she looked exactly like she did when she left. Not a hair out of place and crisp looking clothing. I asked if she was fine… She smiled and dropped her purse on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. She crossed her legs and leaned back. Ana then told me she had been fisted. I sat down and asked her to tell me about it. My sweet wife told me she had arrived to Jerome`s apartment, but they were not alone as she thought it would be. Two of his. The milkman says ‘fine’ with a menacing grin, ‘only if you give me some milk’ he continues.The farmer’s wife, still being pumped, moaning and grunting softly now … “I can’t give you any milk, I just told its finished” she said, slightly irritate.“Yes you can” says the milker, and in the same breath, leans in towards her body, layed down against the table, and reaches beneath her grabbing at her chest. He folds down the cups of her corset and reaches for a tin cup which he sets on the table.. I just talked to her telling her I was babysitting Henry and Arthur while their dad was away with my husband golfing, but they had now asked Chris and Carl their friends to stay over making my job harder. Henry really pounded into me and twisted my nipples to try to make it hard for me to talk.I just said to Rosemary you should stopover for a swim this afternoon. It isn't right one white woman on her own with all these big strong young black boys walking around with their BBC rubbing up against.