Being on the third floor we have some privacy from below. Our patios face each other directly. At 11:00 exactly I hear Sara’s patio door open, she w...lks out in a full robe covering her whole body.She sits on her lounge chair, which she has adjusted to lean almost all the way back. Sitting down in the chair, with her robe she smiles at me. It's tough to see outside with no moon in the sky and little light. Sara’s light from her apartment helps me see her just enough.“You know, maybe next time. It looked like she had been crying all day, her eyes puffed up. I couldn’t help but go and sit beside her.Her hands were laid in front of her on the table, long fingers with nicely trimmed fingernails. I put my hand over hers and held it in a reassuring way. I think she was getting comfortable with the idea of me being there for her when her husband was away. She leaned her head against my shoulder. We sat there for a while like that, as I slowly put my hand on her shoulder. In my mind, there. Yes, she said, they dressed in leather jackets and rode motorcycles, but they were always courteous and even the police officer who had been at that meeting they’d had over the housewarming party had said that they were no trouble. She actually went on to say she’d often seen the police in the Smithy drinking coffee with Stuart and his friends. Mum and dad didn’t know that a couple of the local policemen had motorcycles themselves, and if you could call it a gang, then they could certainly have. " Ma'am, I..." Anna-Marie began to protest as the woman of the house spread her legs and slid the cucumber in her pussy in one hard thrust."Just enjoy," Carol ordered, as she pumped the green make-shift cock in and out of the maid."Okay, ma'am," she weakly moaned, her orgasm growing quickly... humiliated that it was happening with a cucumber."Come for me," Carol whispered after a couple of minutes, as she nibbled on the girl's ear lobe and furiously fucked the maid with the cucumber.Anna-Marie.