After finishing his post-shower routine, Cam emerged from the bathroom, towel firmly secure around his waist. Before entering his bedroom he did a qui...ck survey of the cottage. It didn’t seem like anyone else was there - no cars in the driveway, no one out back, no one on the deck. Emily must’ve found an excuse for staying back, he concluded, perhaps she pretended to be sick.With no sign of anyone else, or Emily, he strode confidently into his bedroom and closed the door. The room was small,. Even in the dim lights that surrounded her, Mindy had to squint as her eyes adjusted and, as she did so, she realized that what was happening was not at all what she had imagined.No one in the room was looking at her. In fact, everyone's back was turned to her. Mindy wasn't on display at all – she was at the back of the room – an afterthought. What had everyone's attention, and what had drawn their applause, was a stunningly beautiful woman on a stage at the other end of the room, who was also. Tony now picked up his pace and was going ever deeper, long and strong thrusts in and out of Anne’s spread pussy making slurping juicy sounds on each stroke. Anne loved it and was shouting fuck me harder Tony, put that monster all the way in me and squirt your seed deep in my pussy and make me cum again. Tony now pushed harder and after more strokes and more pressure hit Anne’s cervix, fucking hell said Anne I feel so full and your monster cock feels so hot buried deep in me. Anne looked to me. When I saw the sender's name, my legs followed suit.The text simply read, 7:30 .The gardening gloves came off in a rush.Yes, I texted back after drying sweaty, unsteady hands on my cutoffs.I returned to the mundane task of spreading new mulch, sneaking a glance at the neighbor's immaculately manicured lawn. There was a long way to go before the yard work was finished, and even longer until the time I had just memorized.*The kitchen clock read 7:25pm. Freshly showered with wet hair bundled.