I switched the geyser and took hot water bath. Then I was about to prepare coffee, at around 7.30 PM when the bell rang. It was still raining cats and...dogs. When I opened the door, Babulal was there, fully drenched. I was angry and did not talk. But he came in and in that fully wet dress he was still looking good. He told that he was also trying hard to come but due to heavy rain he was not getting any auto. As the water was still hot I asked him to change and take bath. I gave my husband’s. They didn't hear us come in so we watched the action for a bit but got a bit antsy ourselves by the time they noisily finished.I was sitting in a chair with Rhonda impaled and bouncing in my lap and a tasty nipple clamped in my lips. We weren't quite finished and it was difficult to concentrate when Adam latched onto her other breast while the other girls offered suggestions and critiqued my technique.They finally relented and helped me send a large present into Rhonda's twitching twat by. Mum, as usual, made the whole affair into a sex comedy, by wearing just her tee shirt and panties, not to mention keeping us both supplied with copious amounts of vodka and lager.It took an hour to get all the potatoes in boxes and another hour to gather all the rest, the onions, carrots and of course her tomatoes.I popped into the shop and told Mr. Patel that his son could pick them up from behind the gate in the morning. That suited everyone, but when I got back into the garden, I was met by. "Innocence?" I asked. "Does such really exist?"She laughed, "You see, that is why I noticed you. You know the real question to ask. Perhaps I should have said the walls protecting virginity?" I have noticed that such seem to be guarded most jealously here in London, at least, among society," I said."Was it not so in America?" Lady Warren asked."More in the saying than the practice," I answered."Ah, an accomplished broacher of walls, I would guess," she said.I let that pass still uncertain of.