Little Cindy was at a sleepover and Tommy, their eighteen-year-old geek of a son, had been invited to eat with the neighbours in the apartment above.T...e neighbours, Charles and Linda Williamson, had lived upstairs for more than fifteen years, and Tommy had long ago become good friends with their only daughter, Sally. She was a lovely girl, always smiling, lending a hand, excelling in school and so beautiful that Anne could feel if Richard had seen her that day.They always seemed to hang around. Thomas Clarkson looked down at his phone. It was from his friend, Robert Penderhorn. It was a picture of a Robert and some milf, showcasing her big tits and cute face, “Tonight.”Robert opened the door shortly after seven, “Welcome! Welcome! Come on in!”Liz was clearly impressed. This was not a home. It was a mansion. Walking into the living room, they spotted a teen playing video games, “Dude! Where’d you go! I’m getting killed here.”Thomas looked up, “Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t know you. Reddy was about to push him away, but “Is everything alright?” someone said from the other side of the walkie-talkie. Reddy stopped midway“What do you want?” Reddy asked the policeman standing firm on the door“What are you hiding inside?” The policeman questioned back as if he knew Reddy wasn’t alone“Nothing is here. Go away now,” Reddy yelled at him“There has been a robbery. I have to check. If you don’t allow me, then I will have to call others,” The policeman said, bringing the walkie talkie. We kissed and touched each other as often as we could in secret in the following weeks. The rumble of the washing machine in the cellar was a good cover for our secret thoughts and a practical excuse for us to be together. I made sure to get plenty of dirt on my clothes while cycling so I could ask for my mother’s assistance in getting the stains out. Which she gave, among other things.We both knew kissing and cuddling would not be enough to carry our romance, and during these moments we often.