"I know you. You came around here last week. My husband told you then we didn't want any cookies. What're you doing coming back here? What're you doin...-- spying on me?" I wasn't spying," Debby said. "I just got here. I was gonna knock."The woman eyed Debby suspiciously, which reminded Debby of the looks her mother gave her."Well, whatever," the woman said. "We don't want any cookies today or tomorrow or ever, so get packing."As Debby made her way down the steps, the woman called after her.. He‘s dripping with sweat, wetter than I’d feared I would be in my outfit. He looks grand. The kids all come running up looking for snacks and drinks, and Taylor, after a deep drink of water himself, hustles me away for a walk across the park.“How’d it go yesterday?” he asks casually.I smile and nod. “There’s a video record of events if you want to see it.”“You know I do, you slutty siren you.”“Flattery will get you just about anywhere,” I purr. It was a good workout, a good fuck, a good. ” He smiled and agreed. We fucked for about an hour until he came, only after I had several orgasms of my own, the first I ever had from fucking.I invited him to spend the night, and he went off to our guest room while I gave my husband a quick blowjob. I then joined Trevor in the guest room and we fucked for hours, this time bareback (once my husband wasn’t there I told him to forget about the condom but just pull out when he came). The next morning we let my husband watch us fuck once more,. Thursday and Friday passed without any contact from Sharon. Jim would be back on Sunday.My phone rang at 7pm on Saturday. It was Sharon and I decided to go for broke."You took some of my stuff didn't you, you slut." Sharon was caught off guard. "I'll bet you've been been using your vibrator while looking at the photos of my big cock, haven't you bitch? Put the sexiest gear you stole on, I'm coming to see you now." I hung up. If Sharon's door was open I was in in more ways than one."My God does.