The neighbour was all smiles as he approached and after the casual 'Hello' said. "My wife thinks highly of you, are you fucking her, she can't stand m... anywhere near her?" He may have come from Africa but he knew what 'fucking' met. He spluttered, unsure how to respond, Tom didn't wait for an answer, just left him in his state of confusion.There could have been a number of reasons for the blow-up. It could have been because his wife had asked the neighbour to help put up a back trellis and had. She was about five feet tall and went ten stone I suppose.I clambered up behind her, half awake by then, kneaded her fleshy buttocks, lodged my weapon in her dripping cunny and shoved it up into her without further by-play. She was pleasantly tight and deeply muscled, fluttering and rippling.She gasped and quaked and uttered an animal-like cry, like a fox caught in a trap. Then she sucked in air and moaned, "Slowly, slowly, you big horse." She reached back and slapped my flank.I slid my hand. I felt a new erection begin to stir. I got up quickly and followed her to the house, watching the sway of her backside in the tight blue briefs.The kitchen felt cool and shady. My bare feet left damp marks on the tiled floor. “Get four tumblers out of the cupboard,” She gestured towards a door. I did as I was told, Leona lifted a jug of clear liquid already containing ice and lemon slices from the fridge. “Hope you like lemonade,” she winked.I followed her back outside. Tom and Leanne were. My fingers drummed the steering wheel nervously. Jonathan would be my first encounter I would be having in a few years. But, being dressed so sexily I felt like a virgin, it was thrilling but also scary at the same time. We had decided the covered parking of Cadogan Street would be the best place to meet up and we could drive somewhere more discreet. The second fourth level was perfect and I sat in the next to last spot near the wall. I knew we would have great coverage from prying eyes. The.