With a poolside surprise

Just like every morning so far, Alice woke up and drank her tea, and milk. Jennifer chided him, and enjoyed Martin's breakfast ritual from afar. And then the girls went naked to lay by the pool, hoping to add some skin color on a warm summer day.

Jennifer made her daily call to Mr. Wyndham, but she knew he was watching, and listening to everything inside the house. Nothing happened without him knowing. But it was the thought that counted.

What made this day different from the first three, however, was that they were not alone.

They heard strange coughing from the other-side of the dividing fence. And when they both satisfied their curiosity, an average looking man, probably in his 50s was sitting on his patio, he glistened with sun lotion. "OMG! I have a neighbor!" Alice practically screams, and it's Jennifer that has to pull her away.

"People can't get a good look at you right now. If they see you they could put the pieces together and your dad could find out where you are." Jennifer looked up to see he had learned he had an audience. "Go inside and watch some TV for a bit, I'll smooth this out."

Alice looked disappointed, but saunters off back inside, she disappears into the living-room just as the man reaches the fence-line.

"Howdy, hoe neighbor!" he looks across Jennifer's chest with the lust of a long denied man. "Hi!" they shake hands and he makes sure to give her a firm handlock. "When did you move in, it's been empty for years, but always looked after by random folks?"

She panicked a response "Ahh, oh no, I'm not moved in, but they are. I'm just the aunt that's visiting." he smiles as he catches her bite her lower lip. "I see, is she like touched or something?" Jennifer laughed "oh no, she's just pregnant is all."

She knew Mr. Fairbourn had put out the word about a young, innocent, nubile little girl. Not a 21-week pregnant slut who lived in a ridiculously nice house. Sometimes the truth can work out better than even the best lie.

"Well shit, a girl that young? She must be married to someone nice to afford a place with a pool." He smiles back. "She's one of a major Saudi sheikh's harem girls. She's number 8." His face looks at her like she just shouted Allah Akbar in a crowded school. "You gotta be joshing me." She just smiles back, "Nope, they found her on a modeling site, she was 18, parents couldn't stop her. And boom, she gets preggo. She's taken care of though. He's her personal assistant," pointing to Martin who was working hard on lunch.

"Kids these days, man." she shrugs at him. "Enough about my little niece, you like what you see big boy?" He's again, blown away at the forwardness. "Oh don't play with me, I saw you check me out. You're a big boy, you should be able to answer a simple question?"

He crosses his arms, which makes his bobbing stiffness look that much more silly. "Look, I dunno how you folks do your business but I'm a gentleman." she giggles, "Yes, he looks REAL... gentle." She points at his prick to make clear her point.

"If you want to show me what a fine, old-school American cock looks like, hop the fence at 3:30PM, otherwise have a nice day, sir."