She was disappointed. She had hoped that the party would cheer up both Tom and herself. She had hoped they might have another go at fucking tonight. She needed it. It had been all she could do today to resist getting herself off with her own hand.

Lost in her own miserable thoughts, Heather was scarcely aware of the minutes and hours drifting by. Eventually she awoke from her daydreams and went in for another drink. As she downed it back on the patio, she realized the hum next door was fading. The party must be breaking up. That was good. Now she wouldn't have to think about what she was missing.

The pretty redhead was startled by a loud giggle that seemed very close. The giggle was followed by a low whisper, that was just barely audible, then another giggle.

Stealthily, Heather rose to her feet and went over to the tall cedar fence that separated her yard from the Whitcombs'. She found a knothole and peeked through it. Her eyes located the couple in the moonlight just as a woman's voice murmured: "Oh, Jake, stop it, you nasty man!" Another giggle.

Heather was shocked. There was no doubt that the man was her next-door neighbor. But the woman was not his blonde-headed wife. She was a shapely brunette that Heather remembered meeting at the party. Her name escaped her now. Rhonda? Rena?

"Rita, honey, you don't really expect me to quit now, do you? Not after you've been shaking these sensational tits of yours in my face all night?"

Jake was burrowing a hand in under her skimpy blouse. Impatient with his efforts, he pulled the blouse right over her head and threw it on the grass. The brunette's big lush tits bobbed enticingly on her chest. He bent down and began to suck one of her nipples, then the other. He looked like a greedy kid who couldn't decide which goodie he wanted to eat first.

Rita began to moan and squirm in his arms. They were standing under a big oak tree, near the shrubbery row at the back of the Whitcombs' garden. But Heather couldn't understand why they weren't being more careful. If Linda should come to the back door, she'd be bound to see them.