Follow them

If she was right, then this would be a lot more interesting than looking for their parents. Diane casually makes her way along the same route Luke and Melanie had taken. Se can hear music coming from the garage. Odd considering different music was playing at the bbq itself. Though not odd if you were trying to mask other noises. She carefully moved to the door to peek inside.

"We don't have time, Mel," came Luke's voice.

"Shh, you're the host. They can do without you for a bit," Melanie coos.

Diane creaks the door open a bit, and fights a gasp when he sees Melanie and Luke making out. Jackpot!

"Mm, sit Papi," Melanie commands. Luke sits down on a metal bench. She smiles, running a hand along his crotch. "You have something I want, Senor Stevens."

Luke's breath hitches. "Funny, you have something I want, too."

Another married guy getting it on with someone else? She was starting to think her theory about this neighborhood was true after all

Melanie grins, undoing her shorts. She turns toward Luke, bending over and slipping them down, her ass in his face.

"Jesus," Luke says in awe. "That never gets old."

She turns to face Luke, her ass now visible to Diane, who has to admit it's a really sweet view. Melanie's lower garments could barely be called underwear. She reaches down and starts undoing Luke's pants.

Diane licks her lips. She contemplates putting her hand down her shorts, but then has a crazier idea.