" No I will, after I've finished detention, I come back here," she said her eyes a little wild."Ok, miss," I said for in truth I was a little intrigue... to this 'talk to you' phrase and I really didn't want to trudge over to the main block and hang around waiting for his nibs to turn up."Oh thank you," she said, "I'll be back about five, ok," and she was off.I stood there for a moment, not really believing what my perverted mind was thinking, but then I remembered the bloody boiler pump, it. I open the window as normal, but I am not naked and ready to go, in all honesty I think I’ve missed the boat and everybody will be up and dressed and going about their business. I scan the neighbouring houses and there seems nothing is going on, but then, by chance, I catch movement in the corner of my eye. It is in the bedroom of a woman called Jean; she is in her mid-sixties and recently retired from work. She is an active but plump woman, with grey hair and glasses. She is very keen on. Last night was a good night of sex for both of us. But most of the time I have been thinking and wishing my wife was Jenny.I was just sitting there on the sofa thinking of all the things Jenny and I have done so far and how much she loved all of them. As I closed my eyes I visualized her tight young body laying there with her head face down in my lap and her nude body on display for me. I remember how she sucked my cock and drank my cum as I finger fucked her from behind. Then I remembered how. I thought about his girlfriend then. I’d met Sophie a handful of times at swim parties or when we got together with Mark’s family for cookouts. She had huge boobs. I glanced down at my puffies and frowned. Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to be with me. Fuck him, then.We got to his house and he led us around back to the screen door into the enclosed pool area. Mason and his best friend Trevor were already in the pool. They were listening to some kind of country rap and yelling the lyrics in each.