Part one of my plan involves the woman with the jet black hair who called me out and warned me for being single. She lives diagonally across the stree... from me, coincidentally. Her name is Jackie Johansson, her husband is Stefan, and they have no children. Easy. The next morning I get up early, fix a cup of coffee, and settle down in front of my living room window to watch the Johansson house. At 5:30, I notice some activity, so I grab my notebook and jot down some notes. Stefan Johansson is. I spend Friday afternoon in my garage preparing for my Saturday morning sexcapade.Saturday morning, 8:30 (just after my wife had departed) I knocked on the neighbour’s back door; tool box in hand and a paraphernalia of assorted “long” pieces of tools tucked under my arm – monkey wrench, clamps, light chain and African Teak Bar etc.She answered the door quickly (she knew my wife had departed, as the wife gave her boy a lift ) and looked a little excited – bright eyes searching my face. I acted. Lying sweaty next to each other until we drifted off to sleep. On the days when Mom had to run early, we would pop into Grandmas and get lunch and fuck her, she liked one cock at a time so it sometimes took a while and fucking her hot and sweaty from a previous fuck was Brady’s favourite, so I got to go first filling her cunt with cum lubricating her hole for him.It also allowed me to look for and find her stash of weed, but I’m not the best at stealing and lying, Grandma caught me separating a. One looked quite tall, and was blonde with long hair that hung down well past her shoulders, the other had similar hair length but was brunette, much shorted and had bluer eyes than Amy, with long eye lashes. I would have paid more attention to them if it was for Cam staring hungrily at my cock, which was now finding its way but to full mast. She smiled, bit her lip in a seductive way making me almost cum on the spot, raised her hand and motioned for me to join her. I walked up, and she ran her.