I slipped off my briefs and tossed it onto the rest of my clothing as she unfastened her bra. Walking slowly toward the pool, I decided against a dive...-it was probably no more than five feet deep. I waded in instead, then swam toward the waterfall--I wanted to see if there was anything behind it. Ducking through the falling water, I saw a small alcove, slick with water spray. No portal to a magical realm or mythic monsters waiting to drag me away. Oh well. Another fantasy shattered. Sliding. Then I got up and got her on all fours.I then came in from behind in doggy style. I then again started to fuck her in full force venting all my stress of last couple of days. The whole small room was filled with our fucking sound and smelled of our cums. We both were all sweating madly though being under the fan. I kept pounding her madly holding her butts, squeezing them and spanking her in between.I then caught her hairs in my hand and pulled her behind and kept riding her. She kept shouting. Where the Lexington Avenue wall should be.The mistake not only doesn’t bother me, I actually like the imperfection. Not sure why. Maybe because no one else notices it. No, that would be petty, wouldn’t it? Feeling superior, that’s not me. Surely not.In a CYA moment, I told Daddy about my Irregulars, about the car-canvassing south of Union Station. As with most things, he was unperturbed. “Might get lucky. I’ll let Hank know what you’re up to.”Which, I admit, was my intention all along. I’m not. As she opened her door a gust of wind hit her making her nipples harder through the thin material, also making her slightly gasp with pleasure as she walks barefoot on her lawn. Her garden was slightly exposed too just small garden fence which anyone can peer over or anyone from an upstairs room could look down to. Probably at this moment in time she was so horny knowing her neighbours could be watching her in a mini micro bikini in her garden. All she wanted was some hot dirty fun with just.