My fingerprint unlocks the phone and opens the messaging app. "[Husband] just left for the grocery store and liquor store. Since it's Saturday night a...d you're alone, I assume you're going to lube up that nice cock and get off?"Now, I don't save many messages for posterity sake. I'm not sentimental. But this one is a keeper. My reply: "I was going to later, but it's not like I'm on a schedule."Ann: "I'm on the rag, and [Husband] is probably going to expect some action later and be disappointed.. “You always were a clever writer Suzi – one day you'll be able to publish your diary, I bet [I still might – I've kept a diary for years and always had it half in mind to publish it if I can find a publisher]. Aren’t you too warm inside – its too hot for me. But then, maybe you wear cooler clothes than I do? What have you got on now Suzi? Is it a nice summer dress?”I hadn’t been home that long, and hadn’t had time to change out of my school uniform, so I told him what I was wearing, not. It was unbelievable…almost as if her pussy was fitted to the exact dimensions of my cock. Not too tight..and certainly not loose….we began to slowly move together. Fighting the urge to quicken the pace, I grasped her thighs and made long, slow, gentle strokes inside her. We were both looking down to watch my cock slide inside her….long deep strokes, my cock glistening with her dew. I sensed movement and realized her husband was standing up now…to get a better view of my cock sliding into his. Maybe on a quiet weekend you can give me a hand with the scissors."Wendy was breathing a bit heavy and seemed to have a hard job tearing her eyes from my sparse bush."Wendy?"Finally, she raised her eyes to mine, slightly flushed, and said "Sure."It had to be getting close to six o'clock, so reluctantly I turned on the shower and grabbed a bar of soap. As much as I wanted to pull her tight to me, I knew that I had to take things slowly.After washing my hair, I took the soap and lathered my body..