Neighbour Moved!

I saw R in the garden a couple of weeks after the quiet drinks! He said, come inside I need to talk to you.
We sat with a coffee, just the two of us, his news came as a bit of a shock!
Mate, he started, we're moving, our sons not well and S wants to be near him, so we're off to the south coast. The house is on the market and we've had a few people look round already.
S was already down with her son, but would be back in a few days. R continued, look I now you and S have been seeing each other, it's not a problem for me. We've agreed that once she's back I'll go down to my son's, leaving you free to 'catch up' before we move. They'll be no more parties here but if you want I'll pass your number on to the others. He was surprised when I declined. I'd already got the only number I needed from my first swapping party!
We finished the coffee and I left R to his thoughts. As I walked I remembered that C would be away for a long weekend with her golf girls. Hopefully, S would be back the following weekend.
Their house was under offer in no time. S returned and started packing on the Thursday. R finally went south mid Saturday morning. My C had left on the Friday afternoon.
My WhatsApp lit up, back gates open along with the back door, I'll be in the bath!! Cum play!!
Two minutes later, wine in hand I'm getting into the bath with S, tap end of course! We chatted, she told me about her son, how the sale was progressing and that they'll be gone in a couple of weeks.
I love a bath, especially when you've a beautiful lady at the other end. We started to play, I lent forward, pushed her knees up and felt her pussy. It wasn't long before S was moaning with pleasure. My fingers inside her, hitting her spot. I was smiling at her, the pleasure on her face, she came gently, a small one. She lent forward and we kissed. It was 3pm.
We got out of the bath, dried and headed downstairs. I had a pair of shorts on, S a long t-shirt, but not long enough. S has a great body, her arse is a wonder and I wasn't going to let our last moments go to waste.
S was lent against the kitchen top, making drinks but I kept rubbing, tapping, sliding my finger up and down between her bum cheeks. I stopped when I reach her bum hole, tickled a little before applying a little pressure. S jumped turned and said do you like anal? Not really but I understand some women like a little pressure during sex, I'll stop if you don't like it. No it's ok, but only gently and not really inside.
I kissed her, passionately, pulled her close. We stood kissing for what seemed like an eternity before she took my hand and we sat on one of the sofas that had seen so much action a few weeks earlier.
It wasn't long before we were naked again. S went to work on my cock, I was rubbing and fingering her pussy. She moved and it was clear she wanted me to eat her pussy, so we had a full on 69 session. It was wonderful. I came first, S didn't spill a drop and kept sucking and licking. When she came it was sudden and hard, her body shaking for minutes but that may have been because I didn't stop sucking and licking her.
We laid on our sides heads between each other's thighs, resting for a moment. The door bell rang!
S jumped up, threw on her not so long shirt, told me to find my shorts and top, which was upstairs. I shot up the stairs as S opened the door!
The lady vicar had heard about her son and had called round to offer prayers!!!
S, said that would be lovely but I need to put some suitable clothes on and that I was upstairs packing boxes! I guess the vicar new exactly what was going on. S found some jogging pants and went back down stairs.
After a little time, S called up stairs said there's a cuppa here. I went down, fully clothed and greeted the vicar. I'd met her before and if she hadn't been the vicar I could easily have made a pass at her! She gave a knowing smile, nodded and asked S if she'd like her to say a prayer. You can't say no, so off she went. Some lovely words, not too long.
Once she finished she, the vicar, asked if she could help with the packing! How I didn't fall off the kitchen stool I don't know, it was the way she said 'packing'! She knew for sure.
S thanked her and said no. We'll be able to manage. Vicar replied, I'm sure you will! Again in that knowing tone.
After she left S and I looked at each other and broke out into laughter. I still have no idea if the vicar was asking to join in or not.
S started to get some food prepared, so I grabbed a beer, sat on my stool and chatted to her.
I asked if S thought the vicar would say anything, no she replied. Why are you so sure? Because she's been to one of our parties! I nearly fell off my stool again! Really, that nice, kind lady whose a vicar? Oh yes, S said, and she really went for it. Now, if you'd been there that night would you have shagged her? I thought for a moment and replied, sure, she's a good looking lady, nice body. S smiled and replied, well you may have just missed your chance!
We ate, chatting about the future, how poorly her son was, how she needed to be with him and his family. How they'd found a little cottage to rent while they look for something. I told her she needed to go, be with them. The removal company can pack everything, get a company in to clean once they'd moved everything out.
We spent the next few hours in bed making love, gently, quietly enjoying each other's body. We showered, went downstairs and got some coffee. S received a call from R saying their son was on his way to hospital and suggested she drive down. She looked at me and said, I have to go, of course I replied. I'll drive you if you want. She said she was ok and she'd let me know she'd arrived ok.
I left her to get ready, I went back home opened a bottle of red and sat on my own. I got a message around midnight saying, arrived safe, son's out of danger, take care, will miss you X. I replied, really pleased son's ok, glad your safe. Will miss you too X
Gone, finished, not seen or heard from since. Do I miss her, hell yes!