Sunday was a quiet day in the neighborhood. A lot of people seemed to have gone out of town, including Jessica and Marie, who had left for the week on some mysterious errand.

Kat decided to drop by Kelly’s house, partly to return a math book she’d borrowed, and partly just for something to do. She thought of calling ahead to see if Kelly was home, but didn’t bother because she felt like a walk anyway. And maybe she had something else in the back of her mind….

The door was answered by Betty Ann, looking ten years younger than her age in cutoff jeans and a tight top with spaghetti straps. She smiled widely at Kat and invited her in. The same thing had happened a thousand times before, but this time it felt different; Betty and Kat knew each other in a way they hadn’t until this weekend.

“I brought Kelly’s math book for her,” said Kat.

“She went out for a run,” answered Betty. “Put it on the table there. Have a seat. I was just about to make a sandwich, you want one?”

“Sure,” said Kat. Again, this was a scene that had been played out many times in the past, but it felt new and exciting this time. Kat and Betty Ann chatted as Betty stood at the counter making sandwiches, but Kat couldn’t take her eyes off the older woman’s exquisite rump, which was beautifully framed by the cutoffs. She resisted the urges that were tugging at her, but only for a minute; then she was walking up behind Betty and thrusting a hand between the older woman’s smooth thighs. Betty Ann gasped and leaned back against Kat, who wrapped her other arm around Betty and got a firm grasp on one breast.

They kissed eagerly as Kat pressed one hand into Betty’s crotch and popped her tits out of her top with the other. Her nipples were hard and pink, and Kat squeezed them, then leaned down to suck them. It wasn’t long until Betty was splayed out naked on the kitchen table, spreading her legs for Kat, who sat on a chair at the head of the table like a little girl waiting for a treat.

Kelly, meanwhile, was on her way home near the end of her run when she passed Kat’s house and decided to drop in. No one answered, but just as Kelly was about to give up, Samantha came up behind her. She was returning from her yoga class, looking luscious in tight yoga pants and a midriff-baring top that not many women her age could have gotten away with.

“Hi, Mrs. Bowman,” said Kelly Ann.

“I think you can call me Samantha now,” she responded, opening the door and ushering Kelly inside. Samantha just happened to be terribly horny at the moment. Her yoga teacher was a magnificent creature, a 6-foot-tall Amazon who had a fantastic body and loved to show it off. Samantha had wanted her badly for a long time now, but she seemed distant and unattainable. Being around her during class, combined with the exercise endorphins, always worked Sam up into a state.