Other than the normal pleasantries, we had not really spoken to each. I noticed that whenever she was at home, she liked to spend time in the garden a...d paid particular attention to her flowers. As the summer weather improved, I notice that she wore short and a t-shirt which showed off her rather lovely figure. She seemed to enjoy working in the garden and on this particular day she had taken off her t-shirt and worked in a bikini top. I think that she knew that I was around but made no effort. Unmarked is a misnomer for this car; you can spot one a mile away. They also have a plate on the rear end that says, "Police Interceptor". I hit the garage code, and we went in that way. They saw the Mercedes parked in the garage. "Whose is that?" Angie asked. "Mine", I told her. I explained about the need for lack of conspicuity, so I pulled the beater I was driving from the impound lot.We went in, and I offered them a drink. Barbara and I had straight Bourbon, and Angie had a Coke. Barbara. She heard further ripping and then the arms of the blouse became a tightened bind on her wrist. Hands moved down the side of her body, feeling her breasts, then her buttocks. She allowed herself a sigh of pleasure and pushed her arse out. But, of course, he did not start immediately. Instead he pushed his hand up her skirt, until his fingers entered her. Then he pushed harder. She gasped. This was bordering on too hard. He was moving his fingers but making no effort to stimulate her clitoris.. He sat down and said to lay across his lap. Puzzled I slid over and laid down on him. He opened the jar, using his other hand, spread my cheeks open. He put a finger from his free hand in the jar, and came up with a glob of clear looking grease. He rubbed it on my butt hole and pushed a finger in me. It felt funny at first but when he moved his finger in and out a few times, it began to feel good. He pulled his finger out and dipped it back in the jar, pulling out more of the grease. He pushed.