“I love you, too!” she exclaimed, and hugged me. Once her hand began to reach for my belt, I knew it was time to go. Chapter 5: The Back DoorThe G...S on my phone said that there was a seaside motel just a few kilometers further up the coast and we headed there in a hurry. Grabbing a bag out of the trunk of my car, we headed in through the garage entry and received some annoyed looks from the bleary-eyed old woman who worked the check in desk. We were far from the city and there were no fancy. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed her other hand down the inside of her jeans and past the waistband of her panties and went straight to her throbbing pussy. She then looked closely at the panties, moving them around in her hand to expose the crotch, opened her mouth and stuck the crotch of the panties in her mouth and closed her lips around the panties.Like a lightning bolt from the sky, her Aunt's voice bellowed, "What in the fuck are you doing?" As Sarah wheeled around with the panties. This particular day we’d had some trouble with k**s from other areas running up and down our cul de sac so we’d reported it to the council. It was a Friday morning when there was a knock on the door.There stood a mature man probably about 40, with a bit of a belly, wearing a shirt, no tie, and brown slacks, holding a clipboard. “Hi I’m from the Council I hear you’re having some problems with the local yobs” as I nodded I invited him in. Making a coffee he sat down and I told him all about it.As. He nodded yes. She turned to open the fridge, realized he'll have a good view of her backside, took her time getting the milk thinking to herself "wow, he couldn't look away from my breasts when he first saw me after he came downstairs". Greg was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a large t-shirt. Both sat at the table, talked for a bit. Then my wife stood up and leaned backwards against the countertop, that way Greg could get a better view of her front. She noticed him look at her breasts, and.