And she was a knock-out. Classic wavy blond hair. Classic hour-glass figure. Breasts like Marilyn Monroe, soft and luscious. She had been obviously in...erested in Natalie and openly regretful when Evelyn had been kept behind instead of her. Now, we were making up for it.We waited a few days, until Shirley's husband was taking a business trip over the weekend. Then Natalie called Shirley, inviting her to dine with us on Saturday night. Shirley responded with enthusiasm. I think she had talked to. She was looking forward to a little flirting, and it would serve John right for blowing her off!Abby sauntered downstairs and walked to the garage door. She was about to pop it open when she heard an odd noise that stopped her. It sounded like a moan. John’s moan. It seemed like ages since she had heard him moan like that, but she knew his sounds better than anyone else.Her mind was only starting to register that something was amiss as she placed her hand on the doorknob. She quietly turned the. She slowly lowered herself onto his shaft, taking her time to savor its length and girth. The feeling of him opening her up was amazing and she moaned out as he pushed apart her petals."Ohhh, Miichaaaeeel" she moaned.She slid down his stiff, fat shaft, delighting in how he was stretching her and how the ridges and bumps on his shaft felt scraping along her pussy walls.When he was well inside her and completely surrounded by her tight warmth, he pulled her down into a deep kiss, their mouths. "Live dangerously. A quickie, yes?" she kissed his neck, her lipstick leaving scarlet marks. "We can do a lot in", she looked at the clock, "seven minutes." Seven, is that… umm…" He groaned as she kissed him again. "Seven minutes?" Six now." Six? Shit!" Oh, come on," she goaded. She touched his crotch, her eyebrows arching. Hard as rock. "I think six minutes is plenty."He glanced down at the bulge in his trousers. "Maybe." His smile widened. "We'll have to get on with it." Yes. So lock the door.