Her first instinct was to check up on Sonny but he was still building the city of the future with his bucket and plastic shovel. The sound repeated it...elf – a subtle but persistent sound like a rhythmic beat of some drums.She finally succeeded in isolating its origin; her very own carryall.Shoving her arm into the bottom of her carryall, she finally came up with a cell phone.“He ... hello?”“Mélanie? It’s me, Karine.”“Wha ... Karine? How? Where did you get this number?”“You don’t remember? About. And we talked about all the other girls that our sons could breed,” and then he choked. “That fucking boy...” And dad started sobbing. Dad blurted this and that as he bawled. In the end, I’d pieced together that he and his best friend had also been lovers. “I never loved anyone like I loved him,” Dad wept, “not even your mother, Adam.” And just before the accident that took Robby’s life, he and my dad had gotten into a fight. Robby was fine with the girl-twin being raised at the. ..OMG, she was looking at the new neighbors. Then I noticed she was naked and masturbating.This was unbelievable. I was sitting on my deck, watching my neighbor watch and masturbate to my other neighbors who were ..... looking back to the spot in the garden...yep, very involved in what I was sure was a lovely tasting dessert for both of them. I almost dropped my telescope at the absurdity of it all but was at the same time thrilled that I had such interesting neighbors.I am not gonna lie to. The cocktail party was a busted flush.When she'd arrived she'd presented her invitation at the door and hadexpected her name to be the event organiser's list but it wasn't. Herswas a private invitation but the person who had purchased the ticketremained anonymous.She wore her low-cut red satin sheath, split to the waist on one side, red'fuck-me pumps' her evening makeup with red lipstick and nailpolish, goldaccessories and was sans panties. The sheath required her to wear.