It was dusk and a warm breeze was blowing gently, the heat of the summer's day fading away. He clasped her arse tightly, exploring her cheeks with his...thumb, smiling at her as he discovered she was naked underneath 'that' dress. His hand snaked up to the back of her neck, drew her towards him, and they kissed deeply, their tongues playing and enjoying the taste of one another. Clasping her hand tightly, he led her homeward, telling her that he couldn't wait to get his hands up her dress and. Had it been put there by some children leaving messages for the friends they weren’t allowed to meet in person? In these days of FaceTime, Snapchat and all the other social media ways of keeping in touch, it seemed quaintly charming and old-fashioned: more like the sort of thing forbidden lovers would do in an eighteenth-century romantic novel than twenty-first-century South London during the Coronavirus lockdown.He also wondered if the “tomorrow” in the message was still in the future, or was. ”“Oh good. I pass it all the time, but I’ve never been there.”“Great! So, I should go and let you put your groceries away.”“Okay. We’ll see you at six. I’ll have Emma come here.”“Okay,” I said as I left and closed the door.I was a bit disappointed that I wouldn’t have Emily all to myself, but there would be other opportunities.- - - - -I knocked on Emily’s door right at six and a gorgeous girl with short platinum blonde hair opened it. My mouth probably dropped open and I know my cock started. "Of course not, sweetheart. I just wanted you to think about the circumstances ... about how it would look to the neighbors." "The neighbors? ... Are you crazy? Nobody's doing surveillance on us. Besides, what would be so scandalous about you simply walking over to the Caldwells?" "I know, honey. You're right. ... I was just trying to make a point." "Well, you made your point and now we're done talking. You'd better go get ready. I told him you'd be there by 7." That was it. End of discussion..