The front yard was well illuminated now. Both the ladies were standing in the portico, grinning ear to ear. I drove the car directly to the garage."Hi...honey." Connie hugged and kissed me, as I came out of the garage. "You look tired." Yeah... it was a long journey." I tried to recall for the reason of my tired look. Was it from a long journey or was it from extreme voyeuristic experience, I witnessed about twenty minutes ago? I did not have the answer.As Connie withdrew from me, Nikki came. Pulling the shirt from under her head, she moved over to suck my nipple, and rub the other one. Needless to say, I was already rock hard. She moved her hand from my nipple to my lap, and noticed that. She began rubbing my crotch slowly, while increasing her sucking pressure. Moving away from my nipple, she undid my belt, pants clasp and zipper, pulling out my cock. Kissing her way down my stomach, she kissed the head of my cock, then took it in her mouth. She seemed to enjoy what she was. Not hard enough. I pull back. This time he gives a savage tug that causes me to cry in pain. I let go of his prick as he bends me over the fallen tree trunk. I feel a sharp pain as he strikes me on the bum. I offer him the other cheek and he obliges with the back of his hand. He tries to put his hand between my legs but I resist keeping them tight shut. He rettaliates, grabbing a calf in each hand and pushing me up and over the tree trunk so I lose my balance. I part my legs as I try to. Mrs. Alexander went around the car and climbed inbeside me and we drove off.The car Mrs. Alexander drove was a pink Cadillac convertible. I askedabout the car and Mrs. Alexander told it was a 1959 model that used tobelong to her mother. She had her arm around my shoulder and pulled meto her so that my head rested on her breast as we sat on the bench seat.I just took it all it, her lovely full breasts and her aroma. Thisweekend was going to be special. Mrs. Alexander said that the next daywe.