Mike changed quickly and headed to the pool.Maria finished her bathroom routine and removed her robe. She put on a sexy pair of thong panties. She was...still wet from her day. She smiled to herself and thought it was going to be a sexy night. She didn't put on a bra as she wasn't sure what she was going to wear and by her mood at the moment, contemplated wearing a bra anyway. She threw her robe back on and decided to walk to the balcony to see if she could spot Mike in the pool, or better yet,. She once again went to the window and saw a man nonchalantly striding down the front path of her next-door-neighbour, Mrs Elsie Baker’s house and tossing something metallic and heavy-looking in the laurel bush near the front gate. She said it had caught her eye because moonlight had glinted off it as it dropped through the laurel leaves to the ground. But before he moved away, he had looked up — at her window. What made him look round, nobody knows. A kind of fatal instinct of being watched. Sally was enjoying this, the danger of the moment and the sexual attention, she hoped he would continue, then she gasped as he replaced his fingers with his mouth , his tongue swirling round her breasts, pinching the nipple and pressing the breast, firmly, stimulating her. A dull ache between her thighs suggested she needed more and she slid slightly forward in her seat so she could slide her fingers thru the side of her skirt. Her date followed her movements with his own and soon was massaging. What I saw, after an hour of working as quickly as I could, was the pose gradually morph to something else. It was the hand position first. Morgan’s hand sliding around to cup Annette’s breast. Annette’s fingers resting gently against Mavis’s nipple. Mavis’s hand moving slowly up the inside of Annette’s thigh.I abandoned my painting, having captured the essence of the scene and moved to my black pastel pad. I used a black crayon to capture the positions and then filled in the bright spots with.