"And why can't you enjoy yourself a little on the side? Nobody would know. Your husband is out in New York, and besides, he's probably balling some pi...k-up he's made in a bar right now!"Melanie moaned in self-pity. The suspicions she'd been harboring about Tim being unfaithful to her pierced her heart like a dagger as she heard Andersson's words. "I-I don't care," she said miserably, knowing she did. "I would know what I had done, and that would be enough. I'd never be able to face my husband. ?Thank you, dear,? she said as I lit her cigarette, then, still leaningover the fence towards me, gently pushed my sweatshirt off my satin-cladshoulders, first one, then the other, until it slid down on the floor. Ifelt a sudden chill on my thin, hairless arms, now covered only by theshort elasticized sleeves of my maid?s uniform.?Is this what you wear for cleaning up?? she asked.?Sometimes,? I admitted.Of all the things that I could have said, of all the things I could havedone, stood proudly. There was a low moaning sound coming from a group of bushes in the woods about a mile behind Brad and Barry's house.When Barry first heard these intimate sounds he wanted to walk right in there and see who was at the center of those seductive sounds. But he had learned that it might be better for him if he quietly snuck up and peeked on whoever it was that seemed to be enjoying themselves so much.When he slowly parted the bushes his eyes almost came out of his head. There was his brother Brad. As she stood there frozen and scared being molested by some stranger, she couldn't help to get this horny feeling and partially enjoying what was being done to her. The hand was really rubbing her vigina now, and she could feel her pussy getting wet and warm, the man's other hand had now moved up and was cupping and squeezing her braless right brest. Samantha just wanted to get out of there, but was also enjoying the molestation, she was really confused about theese conflicting emotions, but.