We had met a couple of times before I got to meet her husband Ray. Lucy and Ray had arranged to come to my house one Saturday night for some food , d...rink and fun, but I had no idea what sort of fun they had in mind. After a couple of drinks we went upstairs to the bedroom and Ray brought a bag with him which contained a tripod and video camera. Lucy had gone to the bathroom and when she returned she had taken her clothes off and was standing there in a black basque, stockings, heels and a. In the dusk light of evening, the short white sun dress blazed like fire against her tanned slender limbs.'Careful son, don't get screwed up with the body and face, this cunt is devious and dangerous, ' I said to myself. 'What you really want to do is find out her version of why she slapped you, make peace to reduce the family bullshit, then gracefully take her home and go try to find sweet young thing, ' I thought, as I tried to lie to myself.Suppressed memories of her face and figure surfaced. . not far ... door opening ... closing ... scuffling feet.“Still there?”“Yes ... what’s going on?” I said.“Lunch ... my office is right next door. These Wendy Burgers are so good David brought his with. Here ... talk to him while I make a deal with the owner.”David again, “The weather is 87 ... sunny ... water temp in the big lake? 73 for the first two feet... 65 for the next three and 55 to the bottom. You know the house is haunted ... if you believe in that rot.”“Ooo ... now I’m fascinated. She was so wet and slippery. His cock gave a kick and he wondered about cancelling Mr Sugden from number six and just getting on top of Sally. He decided not to and settled for just licking his finger. A slightly salty taste told him not all of John’s load had dribbled out.Mr Sugden, and they always called him that although they knew his first name was Lew, was ex-military. He’d been a Major they had learned. Sadly, his wife had died about two years ago of cancer, leaving him both saddened and.