"I should probably go clean up first."The embarrassed look flashed across her face."No, just as you are is fine. It won't take long. We're only going ...own by the lake."I shrugged, and we got in her car.The town that I live in is actually two towns that have merged. The half where I live is a small town with a couple of small manufacturing firms that keep us employed. The other half is a resort town on one end of a nice lake. We are just far enough from Chicago to make it a good community for. I knew her. She was my English teacher, she was the minister’s wife, and she was Mom’s best friend Gail.I watched at that second story window for about two hours until they started to get dressed and kiss one another goodbye. I watched Mom kiss seven pussies goodbye. I waited for the room to empty before I climbed down and put the ladder back where I found it.Mom was home before I was but Dad had her in their bedroom. So I went to bed and figured that I would have a talk with her in the morning. Images raced through my mind of our last encounter and my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest as I stood there trying to look as calm as possible. The fact that she called my wife and asked if I could drop off a few more things on my lunch break hinted to me that she wanted to play again. But I did my best not to get too excited and ease my hopes just in case it wasn't going to happen again.I heard the latch being unlocked from inside the door and I stood there waiting. And there was. One day when I was out of town on a business trip I got a call from her and she was so upset. She was sunbathing out back by the pool. Something that she did all the time because she likes tan lines when we hook up with other swingers. She said she smells raw sewage and noticed a wet spot in the lawn. I told her to get the phone book out and call a plumber to come out right away and see what’s going on. She calls a plumbing firm called “Burton and Sons Plumbing” and they said they would stop by.