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Blew and Swallowed my Dad’s friend in a parking lot for some weed [MF]

This is one of those memories that stuck with me purely as a result of how unbelievably slutty I felt during the experience lol.

My friend Vina and I were hanging out at a mall one day, both broke as fuck, and incredibly bored as a result. We were both sitting in the food court sharing a Cinnabon (all we could afford lol) when I suddenly spotted someone I recognized. His name was Dan, and he was a friend of my Dad’s who had a small grow operation. This guy ALWAYS had great weed on him, so I figured it couldn’t hurt to catch his attention and see if he wouldn’t give us some.

When Vina and I went out we would always dress like total whores – basically challenging each other to see what we could get away with in public without getting arrested. I was wearing my go-to [booty cheek shorts](https://i.imgur.com/dbs5yg8.jpg) that were 2 sizes too small on me, along with a tiny [halter top with no bra](https://i.imgur.com/hMtWTTB.jpg). It was one of my favorite tops because you could clearly see the outline of my nipples through it lol. Read more »

rules of a kinky marriage [FM]

Sorry it’s been a while since I last posted. Since the wedding, John and I have bought our own home finally. John was promoted from sous chef at his work to executive chef and now makes a very comfortable salary. Which has helped us build an even more comfortable home life. And since I’ve been a stay at home mom since COVID hit the world, it wasn’t easy finding time to maintain the lifestyle and the adaptations we made to keep after we started a family. But the bigger house and a better budget for child care has presented the opportunities to indulge with full force. So it’s an understatement to say I’ve been busy. But I missed posting here and sharing stories, especially since the wedding, John and I have once again changed the rules and expanded the dynamics of our sexual relationship. So I wanted to write something special in hopes to give everyone a chance to give a glimpse into and explore the full spectrum of just how kinky my marriage is. Instead of just one particular story, I want to explain the rules of our open relationship with a collection of both mine and John’s random and not so random acts of sluttiness, because trust me, he’s just as much of a whore as I am. Read more »

The Harvest, Part 5 [MF] [2nd Person] [Male POV] [Stepcest] [DILF] [Voyeurism] [Corruption] [Manipulation]

Tammy’s gift could not have come at a better time. Emptying yourself in Vika had also emptied the sexual thoughts plaguing you, and with several days of singular focus you’re as prepared as you could ever be come Saturday.

Claire’s sporty red convertible pulls into your gated driveway late in the morning. Not wanting to seem overeager you wait until Ashley texts you to head outside.

“Hi, Mr. M,” Claire giggles the moment she sees you. “Looking sharp.”

You’d donned your best polo and golf shorts, even breaking out the gaudy Rolex you rarely wore outside formal functions to round out the rich older man look. Ashley launches herself into your arms for a grateful hug. You kiss both girls on the cheeks and help them unpack, insisting on taking the heaviest bags for yourself. Your display of chivalry is also the perfect excuse to flex your strength. It works wonders. Claire purrs and runs a finger up your taut bicep too overtly for Ashley not to notice.

When all of Ashley’s trunkful of belongings are inside, you give Claire a gift card to Lucien’s as a thank-you present to wrap up this affair in a neat little bow. But as you’d feared, she’s too determined to send off that easily. Read more »

[FM] Finally ended my 18 month dry spell!

tl;dr started with an innocent picnic followed by tanning naked while he obsessed over my body, forbidden to touch it, and ended with a steamy makeout sesh against a tree.

I knew I had a lot of pent up sexual frustration but I had no idea it was this bad! I’m really enjoying exploring this new slutty side of me. I met the guy from the gym again today, I’m calling him D. It was incredible, when I got home I had to take the longest cold shower in all of eternity.

Initially, I was a ball of nerves walking up to the trail to meet him. I decided to bring my dog with me for safety reasons. Sure, I had met D before but now I was going with him to the middle of nowhere. Dog really liked him which was a good sign, but it also made me even more weak in the knees for him.

We went for a hike, just talking along the way, even though we’ve been messaging non stop since Tuesday. He’s so incredibly sexy, funny, and has the best memes. Our flirtatious banter had already evolved into straight seduction. We realized we have so much in common, and I feel like a real connection sparked at some point. Read more »

Trellises and Trysts: Part 4 [Affairs][Voyeurism][Threesome][FFM]

It had been a couple weeks since the surprise rendezvous in the shed, but things on all accounts were starting to bloom. Seeds started to sprout. The garden was coming to life. Your new friends seemed to be at odds with one another, but you were confident you could make something of nothing there – just like you had with the empty lot.
You and Lindley were hanging out every few days or so. She worked at home too, so you didn’t have a specific schedule. Sometimes she’d come down and work at your countertop. Other times, you might both take an extended lunch and walk to a nearby cafe together. She’d been over a couple evenings when your husband had gotten home. You’d asked him about her, hoping he might show interest in a threesome, but he didn’t bite.
Come to think of it, he hasn’t been showing much of an interest in anything lately. He’s been working longer hours, sure, but on most days that he doesn’t he just seems less interested. Sure, he was older than you, but you weren’t concerned that his sex drive was aging. Well, you actually had been worried about that, but then you got ready for him one afternoon. You put on the leather strapped lingerie, put a gag in your mouth, and posted a sign on the countertop that read, “Lick me wherever you like. Take me however you want.” You waited for him on the plushy ottoman in the living room with your head resting down and your ass in the air. Your holes and jaw were sore the next afternoon after he finished with you. The bruises from the spanking stayed for a few days. You figured he’d like the wooden spatula you’d strategically left out for him to find.
That was a Tuesday after work. Wednesdays and weekends were your days in the garden. You’d be out there all day if you could schedule your work around it. Wednesdays and Saturdays were when you could hang out with Stacy…
…at her house. With Jason there. You figured out that she was a brat, but you didn’t realize how naive she was. You told her that you had no interest in Justin. She believed you – or, at least you were quite sure that she did. You did have a strategy to only go over and see her after he’d jacked off by the pool. You’d watch from the shed, masturbate or edge yourself to the brink of orgasm, and then head over there soon after.
You did know that Stacy and Justin were still fighting and fucking – Lindley always gossiped to you with a hint of jealousy in her voice. You must have thought that, to an extent, Stacy believed that she must have it so goddamn good. She’d be the wild, young sexy thing her husband wanted (more information sourced from Lindley – apparently that household did not believe in curtains or blinds), then she’d try to reclaim her youth with reckless lust with Justin. You were a breath of fresh air for her. You made sure that Lindley couldn’t see it whenever you played with her. You even went so far as to be sneaky in the house like you were paranoid about your affair together being discovered.
You did quickly learn that she was very, very eager to please however. She loved being submissive to you. You could command her to put her tongue anywhere, and there it would appear for your pleasure. You were sure to make her cum – when you felt like it. You made sure she knew that her orgasms happened when you felt like it. That uncertainty of a reward seemed to make her wetter for you. And she would blow up your phone. You always knew you could seduce with your words, and type the absolute nastiest things you could imagine (the guys liked it), but she knew how to talk to you and what to show you. On more than one occasion, you’d considered sneaking out of bed, leaving your husband there, and having her meet you in the newly built trellises beneath the moonlight.
But, the day was soon coming. You needed to get Justin. Everything about him fired off your lust fireworks like there was a holiday celebration in your panties. Sure, you didn’t wear real panties often, but that’s not the point.
You and her stood at the kitchen bar. You watched for the show outside through the patio door. There hadn’t been any shows put on while you were there since you started coming over. He would wear a speedo, and you could see the bulge. You were surprised that little fabric could keep that long cock contained. Fuck it, today was the day you were letting that monster out.
She stood there, swirling wine in her glass and complaining about her husband. She stared exasperatedly into the glass and you glanced outside to see Justin walking onto the diving board. You stepped around the corner to her, cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her mid-sentence.
“Fuck,” she stopped you. “Justin is out there! What if he sees?”
“You’re his stepmom, right?”
“Yes, and he and his dad have a good relationship.”
“Do they do anything together?” Skepticism evident in your voice. “I never see him around, but Justin is always here.”
She was at a loss for words. You knew they didn’t do anything, and she didn’t know you knew their secret. You added, “Besides, if I was his stepmom, I’d be fucking him if my husband wasn’t around. Just look at the size of that bulge. He looks vigorous, like he has stamina too.” Your tone heavily implied that you suspected something between them, at the least. “All I’m saying is that I wouldn’t judge you. Actually, I’d be damn proud of you for taking control of the fact your husband is never here.”
You grabbed her hair in your hand, tilted her head back, and kissed her neck. “Don’t you want him to catch a glimpse? Even just a little one?”
“I want more than that.” She confessed like they were the magic words. Immediately after, your tongues were intertwined and you were pulling her closer to you. You glanced over, out of the patio, and saw him not paying attention.
“If you’re a good brat for me, I’ll reward you,” you said. You led her over to the couch by the patio. You figured that the glare from the sun might make it so that he’d have to walk in to really get a good look at what was going on. You stood between her and the couch and sat down. You spread your legs revealing that you weren’t wearing panties and that your cunt was shopping wet, waiting for her kiss. But first, you made her undress. Slowly. You glanced out the window to see if he noticed anything. After you had her slowly peel down her panties and get on her knees, you noticed the bulge in his speedo was significantly larger than it had been moments before.
You commanded her to crawl to you. That’s when he stopped and started staring. You didn’t want to make your glances seem obvious – not right away. Her tongue and lips kissed your pussy and clit. You pressed your head back into the sofa with pleasure and held her head firmly with your hands between your thighs.
You didn’t know where she learned to eat pussy, but she was clearly an expert from your experience. Only a couple of past partners had been this good. One was the country-club wife; years of sexual frustration had taken her to every avenue she could find for an orgasm. The other, Marquis, always insisted on eating you out from behind. His nose would press up against your asshole and his tongue would work it’s magic. You’d be screaming his name by the time his huge, ebony cock thrust inside you. You were really starting to love Stacy’s oral skills though – almost like you didn’t need to feel Justin’s cock.
Almost.
You opened your eyes and gently rolled your head to the side. You looked into his eyes, and he wasn’t surprised or startled. You looked down at his speedo, bit your lip, and then looked back to his face. You nodded your head to call him inside.
“You stay right there, baby. Keep licking,” you said to Stacy between gasps. You eye-fucked him the whole way in. He left the door wide open. “Take those off,” you said to him. He did as you said, and the speedo fell to the floor with a wet squelch. He was throbbingly hard. “Turn to the side. I wanna see the whole thing.”
It was the longest cock you had seen in your life. It wasn’t particularly girthy, but you could already picture the things he was going to do with it. You could feel it sliding into the back of your throat. You could picture stroking your hands up and down it, twisting them as you did so. You could imagine it sliding as far into your pussy as it would go. There would probably be an inch or so that just could push it’s way in without him pounding your cervix first. It looked perfect for your ass. Long, and slender, you could feel it’s length sliding in. You could feel it still going in. And then sliding out. It would be slow at first, but the long thrusts he could take with that would ensure that any cum he left in your ass, or pussy for that matter, would disappear inside you.
“Does her cunt look wet?” you asked him.
He nodded.
“Come this way,” you said. “I want to watch you slide it all the way into her.” You held her head tight, ensuring she knew her job was pleasing you. He stepped forward without a word, smacked her ass, and guided the tip of his cock to her eager pussy. She moaned when he slowly pushed the head inside her, and you pulled her mouth back to your clit. She had one job: to please you. And he knew you were in charge. He looked to you for direction, and you grinned lustfully.
You weren’t leaving this house until he had bent you over with Stacy beneath you watching his cock rail you from below, until he had pumped your hungry kitty full of cum, and until Stacy had licked it all out of you.
The seeds were sprouting indeed, and many more seeds were yet to be planted deep – everywhere you demanded they be planted. You looked to the open door as you came on Stacy’s talented tongue and wondered if other gardeners might be jealous of your crops – if they were watching from a condo, that is.
[To be continued]
[Parts 1-3 on my page]

[M]e Watching Two Bisexual Women Fuck at a Festival. [voyeurism]

This is an account of voyeurism where the couple was having sex outside, and/or with open windows/doors. I never made eye contact (other than telling the “top” hello while walking pass once) or had any type of communication at all about the watching, but lots of other people were passing by during this mostly outdoor sex, and even 3 of their camp mates, while seated 20′ away around an ice chest or something, watched the most vigorous action that happened in front of a tent. The camp mates didn’t show much interest though (two pretty women and one handsome and likely gay guy wearing a rainbow tutu). The two women seeing the action seemed slightly surprised, yet also not offended. They just had to turn their neck a bit to see the action, but they didn’t always keep watching.

As for the couple having sex, I refer to them as bisexual in the title, but they very well could identify as queer or pansexual.

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Now, the happenings! Read more »

Trellises and Trysts: Part 3 [Cheating][G/g][Voyeurism]

Busted.

The damn garden hoe you’d skimped out on snapped at the base of the handle. It had gotten stuck under a leftover root from a shrub or something. Smaller roots would be easily ripped apart by the high-powered tiller you’d purchased, but this one had to be dug up

You were grateful that your husband helped set up the shed the day before (after it had rained for three days). You had been so eager to get back into the garden, but the blister forming beneath your glove and shitty, broken garden hoe were making you want to go back up to the condo. The root would be there tomorrow, and maybe you could sneak a peek at Justin through the shed window. Garden tools weren’t the only kind of toys you’d snuck into that shed.

You glanced through the window like a Peeping Tom. There he was. Walking around the side of the pool, naked. His muscular ass undulated like he knew you were watching. He stepped up on the diving board. His trimmed cock and balls were on full display as he now faced your direction. You imagined them wet. With water. Or in your mouth. Or in your aching pussy. Or lubed up, sliding into your ass. Filling you with a pool of cum wherever you wanted. He jumped from the board, diving into the pool. Read more »

Trellises and Trysts: Part 3 [Cheating][G/g][Voyeurism]

Busted.
The damn garden hoe you’d skimped out on snapped at the base of the handle. It had gotten stuck under a leftover root from a shrub or something. Smaller roots would be easily ripped apart by the high-powered tiller you’d purchased, but this one had to be dug up
You were grateful that your husband helped set up the shed the day before (after it had rained for three days). You had been so eager to get back into the garden, but the blister forming beneath your glove and shitty, broken garden hoe were making you want to go back up to the condo. The root would be there tomorrow, and maybe you could sneak a peek at Justin through the shed window. Garden tools weren’t the only kind of toys you’d snuck into that shed.
You glanced through the window like a Peeping Tom. There he was. Walking around the side of the pool, naked. His muscular ass undulated like he knew you were watching. He stepped up on the diving board. His trimmed cock and balls were on full display as he now faced your direction. You imagined them wet. With water. Or in your mouth. Or in your aching pussy. Or lubed up, sliding into your ass. Filling you with a pool of cum wherever you wanted. He jumped from the board, diving into the pool.
You scrambled like you would for a sloppy, half-drunk quick fuck. The shed was hot, and you couldn’t wait to get your clothes off. You switched on the fan, thankful that the solar panels had enough juice already to run try to cool you off. You were basically naked. The crotchless leather panties and strap-bra. You reached into what you had already started to call “the toolbox and grabbed a double-dildo and lube. You took another glance out the window and could see him walking to the diving board again, his cock was semi-erect. Fuck if you didn’t want to run over there and swallow it, take it into your throat. As you leaned forward, peeping through the window, you squeezed lube onto your fingers and massaged it onto your tight asshole.
You sat down in the chair on top of a towel. You squeezed more lube into your hand and smeared it all over the double-dildo. The appendage for your ass was slender and smooth with a rounded tip, and the one for your pussy was girthy like a large cock and shaped like one. It had a powerful vibrator inside. Both appendages were the same length. You positioned it and felt the toy press against your holes. As you imagined Justin opening the shed door, the toy entered you.
One part slid in and out with extreme ease, and the other shook you from the inside. You imagined it was his finger in your backdoor, and his cock filling your cunt. You imagined him pulling out and commanding you to bend over and stick your ass in the air. You imagined not knowing where he would put up with all options available. You could feel the climax coming. Would his tongue flick your clit? Or would he shove it in your ass? Would his fingers find their way into your pussy as he licked your asshole? Or would he shove his long cock inside you? Hard? Which fucking hole… Fuck! You felt yourself trembling. You tried to hold in your squirt but couldn’t. You tried to silence your scream, but a small moan still slipped out. You came furiously and thought you might pass out in the heat and lust of it all.
“Excuse me?” you heard from outside, not far from the shed. The feminine, and agitated voice, was unfamiliar – not Lindley.
You scrambled again. Sliding the toy out of you was uncomfortable, and you were still sensitive as you hadn’t come down from cumming that hard. You flicked the toy’s power switch off and wrapped it in the towel in a crumpled heap on the chair. You snatched your shirt and quickly slid it on.
“Um,” you heard again, “Excuse me? Is anyone here?” The voice was more aggravated this time.
“One moment!” you called out, practically between breaths. You grabbed your shorts. You could feel and sweat sticking inside your thighs making the shorts hard to get on. You fastened them. Took a breath, and walked to the door. You were about to push it open when the light assaulted your eyes as the door flew open, not of your accord. You stepped back, slammed your eyes shut, and squinted. Whoever this bitch was, this was not a good start to whatever relationship you might have.
“Um, hello,” she snapped.”Who are you?”
Your eyes adjusted, and you shook your head. When you opened them, you could see a slender, attractive brunette about your age – maybe a little older. “Your on my property, opening a building that doesn’t belong to you,” you fired back.”Who are you?”
“I asked you first,” she snapped.
“I’m an attorney, and that’s not how it works when you’re trespassing,” you retorted. She stepped back, realizing she was blocking you in the shed. The look on her face changed for a moment when you said “attorney” which intrigued you. You stepped out of the shed. Fuck, it was bright. You weren’t sure if you had just been in the shed, fucking yourself and dreaming of Justin that long, or if you were still in an orgasmic high. You did feel tingly all-over and sticky in between your thighs. “Now, who are you and what can I do for you?”
“Um,” she said, stammering a little, “I’ve noticed you looking over at my house.” She stepped back again and crossed her arms like she was halfway to pouting like a spoiled child. “I don’t appreciate it.”
“That I,” you began, “occasionally look over at my neighbor’s house while i’m working in my garden?”
“Yes!” she said. “I don’t appreciate it.” She was clearly a brat. “It seems like your peeping through the windows, which is totally illegal. You’re a lawyer, you should know that.”
“Listen,” you started, wondering if she was hinting at your spying on Justin, “ma’am…”
“Ew,” she said, “Don’t call me ‘ma’am.’” Her face contorted into a scowl. “I’m 32, not 62.”
“Good for you,” you quipped. “What’s your name? What should I call you?”
“Stacy,” she snapped. “My name is Stacy Greene.”
“Ok,” you said, “Stacy. Are you worried that I’m looking to trespass? Burglarize you?” You paused. “See something I shouldn’t see?”
She glanced over to the backyard. She looked back at you, then looked back for a moment or two longer than the first glance. Obviously, Justin was doing something you were interested in seeing, but you were trying to retain your composure – even as you could feel lube leaking out of your pussy and ass. The post-orgasm sensitivity had worn off. She looked back at you. “Um, no. Not that I can think of,” she replied like someone selfishly hoarding a secret.
“Well, my husband is also an attorney working at a large firm downtown. We live in the condos behind me. If you don’t want to accept my explanation that I’m doing nothing wrong, would I need to get him to explain it to you?”
The cracks in her brat armor started to appear. She looked at the condos for a moment. She knew they were expensive. She knew that either you, your husband, or both made a lot of money. And she didn’t want to say what she was looking at over the fence. You could see that she was… intimidated wasn’t the right word… attentive. Intrigued, even.
“However,” you began, “I’m sure you’re willing to take my word for it.” You wondered if Lindley was watching. Stacey nodded. “Now, why don’t we try that introduction again?” you asked, extending your hand. You didn’t exactly have time to wash them after playing with your pussy. “It’s nice to meet you, Stacy,” you said with a smile. She shook your had, and you introduced yourself.
She tried to be pleasant, as pleasant as a brat could be, as you explained your plans for the lot. She didn’t offer too much about herself at first, but she then opened right up. She told you about moving to the city for college, meeting Mr. Greene and his son, and gave a healthy dose of complaining along the life-story. You smiled a nodded, but not in a way that appeared disinterested. Suddenly, you had started to imagine taming this little brat as a side-project. She’d bitch about the neighbors, and you imagined putting a ball-gag in her mouth. She’d complain about her step-son, and you’d imagine him bringing home coeds from the nearby college bars. She’d complain about her husband, and you’d imagine her catching you in the future garden with him, surrounded by grapevines on trellises. You’d make her strip down, sit down, and watch as you pleased him. You liked that thought very much.
You also found yourself admiring her figure. Large, but not too large, breasts. Beautifully curved hips and ass, excellent for spanking. Slim, yoga-toned waist and core. She was pretty in the way that someone who spends this much time caring about looking like a trophy wife would. That appeared to be what she was. Mr. Greene’s trophy for something vanilla (like a bowling league or work softball tournament) that his son would admire from time to time; otherwise unused except for bragging rights or as a toy that wasn’t supposed to be played with. That piqued your curiosity. Then you blurted it out as she was complaining about both her husband and step-son.
“Stacy,” you said, “as an attorney, I keep some secrets for a living.” You looked over at the pool of her house that Justin was lounging naked beside, starting his masturbation-in-the-sun ritual. You looked long enough to make sure she looked too. You looked back at her, and she was bratty-furious. “I’m sure that I haven’t seen anything too shocking, but,” you paused. Your tone carried authority, and you walked over to her. “May I put my hand here?” you asked, like a good dom would. She nodded, consenting. You placed your hand on her exposed shoulder. “If you want to discuss something else – a secret – you think I might have seen, why don’t we head over to the shed.” You motioned over to the pool, “Before he sees anything that might give him something to dwell on for his afternoon swim.”
Getting her in the shed was easy enough. Exploring her unused potential once inside was even easier. She was just shorter than you, and a soft kiss on her eager lips with your hand behind her head made her melt like butter for you. For the second kiss, your hand was on her throat and pushing her back against the wall. You felt the goosebumps come over her. This wasn’t going to be about you, exactly, but goosebumps wouldn’t be the only part of her coming in that warm shed.
Her clothes came off easily enough – easier than the country-club wife back home. A little dirt and dust would stick to all that black she was wearing, but she had to wear it back to her house, not you. You spun her around to face the hard, plywood wall – a primer for the rough experience she was about to have. You gently kissed down her spine to her round, soft-skinned ass. It was perfectly bitable like a sweet peach, which you did. Not too hard though, you didn’t know her boundaries yet. Brats like to be tamed, but not all in the same way. She squealed a little, but not in pain.
You stood back up, held her throat and chin in one hand to pull her head back, and explained how she had been bad and deserved a spanking. You asked her if she agreed. “Yes,” she said.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered.
You smacked her left cheek, hard. “Again?”
“Yes ma’am,” she said louder.
“See,” you said, “I’m 31, and I think it’s perfectly sexy to be called ma’am.” You smacked her ass again. “Few things get me as wet as that.” Again. “Do you want me to be wet?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she agreed.
“Good girl,” you said. A smile stretched across her face and she bit her lip like a good little brat.
You spanked her until her ass was red, but not enough to bruise. You rewarded her for accepting her punishment by caressing her skin softly, telling her how good she was, and teasing her pussy with your fingers.
You made her kneel on the floor and you grabbed a vibrator from your toy box. You handed her the toy, and sat back in the chair. You made her crawl to you. “Lick my pussy until I tell you to stop. Make yourself cum with that vibrator while you do it.”
She crawled to you. Who knew that one of your new favorite toys would like next door and not be the ex-college swimmer? You were already wondering though: did she deserve to have you, Justin, and her husband? Or should you take something for yourself? In that thought, a seed was planted.
[To be continued]
[Part 2 here: [https://www.reddit.com/user/rvaanonguy1/comments/uv28dz/trellises_and_trysts_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/user/rvaanonguy1/comments/uv28dz/trellises_and_trysts_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) ]

Trellises and Trysts: Part 2 [Voyeurism][Masturbation][Lingerie]

This day had already shaped up to be far less eventful than the one before it. The day before, you had made a little mud-puddle under yourself from a squirting orgasm, a rare event for you, but not terribly so, after watching the mystery-named younger man drench himself with, and then tasting, his own cum. This day, the rain was doing a fine job of muddying up your garden lot without you.

You had only gotten half of the shrubs planted after your little interruption. The rest of them sat there in their planters. The neighbor hadn’t shown up to the pool either; you’d been watching for him from the balcony. You hadn’t even managed to convince your husband to stay and work from home. No work to do in the dirt, no one to work on you at home, and, apparently no show from the neighbor’s deck either. Your package delivery hadn’t even arrived either! It was looking like a day to get ahead on paperwork and wander around the house in your smallest silk robe. Read more »