So I laid down on my bed and took matters into my own hand. Now, understand that this was late at night, so, being around midnight, I thought everyon... in the house was asleep. Being it that I had no door on my room, and the bathroom door was right next to mine, I should of known better. But, I figured if anyone got up and walked down the hall, I would hear them(since we had wooden floors that creaked and groaned with every step!), I was naked, stroking my cock while leafing thru a Penthouse,. " Darlene winked at me...I was horrified, but kept fucking her though slowly now. "Of COURSE not honey! I am fingering my cunt and was when you called. Just remembering that fuck last night...and pretending that Peter was fucking me." A pause and then, "Really? That would be understandable? You mean if Peter fucked me you would be understanding about that...oh...you would love that?"Darlene grinned up at me, covered the phone with her hand and whispered, "He thinks I need to fuck you. After that, I told her that I’ll wait until her friend showed up. Now, she got a little worried and told me that it was alright and I shouldn’t waste my time on her. I insisted and stayed there.She messaged ‘me’ and asked where I was. I smartly took out my secondary phone and started to reply to her saying that I was standing close to her. She was confused all the time and was getting irritated.I told her that she should go and sit in the black car in the parking area. I messaged her the number. TIME OUT: A brief description of Yvonne is needed here as I neglected to give you, the reader, any inkling of why I would want to fuck this woman.Yvonne is about 41 years old with thick, reddish hair that is semi-wavy and about shoulder length, her attractive face and "just out of bed" hair style always give the impression that she's just been shagged senseless, you know, slightly shadowy under the eyes with that "let me get some sleep" look. Her figure is slightly plump but with curves in all.