An hour later, I opened the window of the laundry room and looked outside. Though still a bit chilly, it was bright and sunny, with a soft breeze that...carried the smell of hawthorn blossom. Somewhere close by, two birds were singing their most beautiful songs, duelling for the attention of a female. I hardly noticed that as I looked down from my first floor window and watched the passing traffic in it's never changing pattern of stopping and going, regulated by the pedestrian traffic light just. I leant across and did the same, his panties were rougher material, but it didn’t matter when I lifted the edge and pulled his cock out to one side, wanking it gently as he played with me. Our lips met again, deep passionate kisses. Then he leant across me, dropped his head down and took my cock into his mouth. Ecstasy! His lips and tongue finding my most sensitive places, driving me wild with desire.He came off and we reversed, I dropped down towards his crotch and licked his swollen cock-head. “You will be called later, to see how you’re doing.”Donna sat silently with the sleeping Robert in her car. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she cursed herself for being so weak to follow the instructions of Ninon. She was sure she deliberately caused this fight. “Damn you Ninon, damn you Ms. Brendan!” She cursed, as she woke Robert up to go into the house.He silently walked to the bedroom and started to unpack.The phone rang and Donna picked it up.“Hello, Cutty,” the voice of Ms. Brendan. Those little urchins set the whole stage and wrote the script with Amy and me as the puppets. He didn’t know whether to be pissed off, or – or what? Happy it happened? Anticipating what could be? Worried for the girls morals? He had to get out of there before they wrote the second act.He pushed Amy onto her back, laid on top of her and lightly kissed her lips. “At least it was fun.” As he was getting up he noticed a large wet spot on the bed. It had to be from Amy, and she must have.