I knew it wasn't her husband that was coming home. It was already ten o'clock and I didn't want to waste any time, because I wanted to take every seco...d. I walked over to the spot where we met. She invited me into the light. We kissed again, but this time with more wanton passion. I was gentle and let her lead at her pace. Why did she want me? She was thirty years my junior and gorgeous. Together, we pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her breasts were perfect. Small C's with silver dollar. "Ohhhh, that's right! Ohhhh, that's so good!"She pressed her clit flat, holding it down, and then grinding it around and around. The little knob of her clit throbbed with emotion, easily the most alive part of Diane's very aroused body. Slicing bolts of wondrous sensations raced from her agitated clit, making her body shine with a glow of impending orgasmic bliss.As she played with her clit, her other hand kept on drilling straight down the tunnel of her cunt. More syrupy juice came from inside. Better have it ready by 1:30, though. You can keep it warm in a one fifty degree oven." I can do that. There should be room if you want to put anything else in there to keep warm." I don't have anything but a lot of people are bringing dishes with them. Some of them might need to be kept warm. Or we may need to get both microwaves going and warm up some things." Whatever, just let me know. Mi kitchen es su kitchen." That's supposed to be casa." Never mind casa. There are some rooms I'm not. I’m just not in the mood this morning.Jackie seems to get that and simply sits down next to me, opening up her own laptop. After a few minutes of silence, she leans into me and whispers quietly.“What do you think this is all about?”The butterflies I had kept at bay until now erupt in my stomach at her words. I asked myself that same question all last night as I was trying to sleep and came up empty.“I have no idea,” I say as I turn to Jackie. She’s looking at me tentatively as if she doesn’t.