We didn't have much money because we'd agreed not to invade our savings - I had the key, but the money was in her safe deposit box. Since Stephie's p...ycheck didn't go too far, Stephie refused to buy me new clothing; she spent our entire clothing budget on her work clothes. This caused me a lot of grief. Working with all the household chemicals was taking a toll on my clothes. One by one my shirts and pants were becoming stained and ruined. Soon I was reduced to wearing old tee shirts and. When my wife and I managed to finally raise enough money for a deposit on our first house in Essex thanks to Four lovely horses who landed a Yankee bet and over a thousand pounds for a small investment there was a single mother on the estate we lived on I,ll call Barbara. She had a six year old daughter who attended the same school our two youngsters went to and lived three houses down, Sarah and Barbara had become good friends and spent time together when I was working and babysat for each. I just smiled at my partner and said "If we can hear them, then they can hear us". He grinned back and asked me how quiet I could be. "Ohh I dont think I can be THAT quiet!" I answered. Which he took as an invitation to test me.I grinned and wondered if everyone walking by would end up trying to look in the mesh windows of our tent. He started kissing me and slid his hand up the back of my shirt to undo my bra. In one quick move, off it went. He kept kissing me and now with my bra undone, took. I still had my pants on. She laid me on the bed and sat beside me. I pulled her on top of myself. She again gave a moan of shy, “Oh Saheb!”I kept kissing her with her on top of me. I slowly removed the anchal (pallu) of her saree and looked at her bulging boobs still cupped inside her blouse. She smiled. I rolled her over and came over her. I started kissing those boobs from above the breasts. She was getting hotter and hotter and she started moaning. I took both breasts in both hands and.