Mrs Sally Rush, my neighbour

It was not very hard picking someone out of the hundreds of candidates. Sally Rush was a MILF of a hottie who lived in the next house to me. She was a married woman with a husband and two teenage daughters in their senior high school year. A relatively successful upper middle class family with a few issues but still relatively as peaceful as they come. I sometimes do the lawn for them during the summers and watch her and her kids sunbath in the backyard, fantasizing about shooting my load all over their perfect sunkissed skin. The entire family was blonde save for Monica's raven black locks. Only Sally was the tallest and Megan was the shortest and youngest at 18. All had perfect slim and slender bodies, with Sally sporting the biggest tits at massive F cups. Megan and Monica's were still growing. For the past couple of years, I watched them turn from sumptuous Bs to DDs. Her husband has put me off from looking too long. I might have gotten in their bad books if he saw me spying on them. So far, no one had noticed that I sometimes look out my window into their bedrooms. Once, I caught a sight of Sally's shadow bouncing around a room, which I knew to put two things together that she and David were having a good time. Another time, I saw Megan's legs splayed across and the bed quivering beneath her. She was a really naughty girl, even if she and her sister were angelic and innocent.

All that was about to change. There was no sense of morality in my cause and I did not care for their happy little family. All I wanted was Sally, Megan and Monica's face and pussies buried over my cum spewing dick. Screw David for simply being there. Sally was going to be my First Priestess and her children her wards.