“If I can ask, why are you so curious about me? Surely if you are not a dominant, why do you care?”“I care because you are my neighbor and I hat...e to see you mistreated by your husband, Bill.”I left it at that and drank my wine, then got the bottle to refill our glasses. I did notice Randi was starting to push her knees together and seemed to be getting excited. That made me grin, knowing I was getting to her and feeling any minute I could move on to step two, of my plan. Yes, I do have a plan. I was enjoying a lot playing with the water splashing some at him and then saving myself from his splashes. But whenever I looked at his eyes something in them made me feel so passionate.One time we were close together battling a few waves when again we locked our lips kissing each other briefly. Playfully I touched his cock over his shorts and he let out an approving moan. It felt erect, large and quite a handful. I stroked it over his shorts for some time and then we positioned ourselves such. When some comment or other was made about her not knowing something that she should, we used the excuse that she was tired after the long trip, and the time away from home. From our experiences at the Westervelt's, we had learned the subterfuge techniques necessary to cover-up a lack of personal history knowledge.Roberta indeed felt comfortable enough for us to leave her the next day. We had decided to travel to Elizabeth's home next. Since Martha and I were from the same city, if things worked. In the morning, I woke her. "I love you, Mrs. Randolph." Show me, Mr. Randolph." And we did.Later, I walked with Spring. "Something is still unsettled in my mind. I thought it was Karen, but it's something else."Spring said, "Are you worried about us?"I knew she meant the pregnancies. I nodded."We'll be alright. And remember, it's what we want."We weeded the garden together and I repaired the roofs. I spent the afternoon cutting the grass in the small pasture for hay. Cutting a pasture by hand.