I’m sorry.”“Don’t be.” Brad laughed slightly. “It’s okay. I’d probably do the same in your shoes.” Her features softened as he smile... at her. She had a lovely face, small nose, big eyes and a mouth that smiled easily. Her hair was black and just long enough to show some natural waves, and her slim figure was hugged in a dark red sleeveless dress. Brad thought there was something familiar about her but couldn’t put his finger on it. Eventually he figured she was just someone he had seen around. He said he would be happy to but wouldn’t have a drink as he may want to drive later, then left to get out of his work clothes.Ten minutes later Arron returned. He was wearing a towelling robe and carrying a fresh bottle of champagne telling the three ladies he’d noticed they were getting a little low so had brought them another bottle which he proceeded to open and top up all their glasses, making sure Stella’s was as full as possible so she had to drink some before she could set it down. " I think we'll let the professionals do their thing by themselves. Besides, they seem to have all their equipment with them today. We would just be in the way. And... this crew is fresh. They would be laughing at us, shortly," Jeff laughed along with Frank.As they stepped up on the back porch and Jeff reached for the door knob, they heard Diana squeal, "You what?"When they opened the door, Diana had Margaret in a bear hug. "Oh, wonderful. Wonderful!" she cried, almost dancing with the older. Her left hand explored his chest, tweaking and pulling on his other nipple. Then it moved north again roughly stroking his face, probing his ear and then forcing a finger between his lips and thrusting like a miniature penis."Turn over," she commanded."Can't", grunted Richard.She raised herself momentarily."Now!" she ordered.Richard rolled over and she fell on him again, her stiff nipples pricking into his back. Her hands went to his head massaging and probing, her lips to the nape of his neck.