By the time that I had joined her in the bedroom she was almost dressed. I gasped as I watched her dress slide down her body. She was wearing stocking.... She always wore tights for work. Stockings and suspenders were reserved for special nights in or out but she was wearing them for work this time. I commented on them but all I got was a smile from her. It was then that I suddenly remembered a cuckold story I had recently reviewed. The husband had said that the first thing he noticed about his. He’d never noticed her looking at his dick, but that was because he was afraid to look at her. Every time he’d looked at her, he could imagine her naked, playing with her pussy, and it made him hard as a rock.The last entry in the diary made his cock throb even harder.“I can’t take it any more. I want his cock so bad. I’ve almost snuck into his room naked three times now and begged him to fuck me. Mom is going to be gone for a party tomorrow night, and I’m going to do it.”Michael glanced at. She knew the place and like most places on Pensacola Beach it was business casual to beach casual, which meant anything goes. I had not planned to dress up, but after catching glimpses of her preparations decided that I had better be prepared myself. I had a nice summer suit and thought it would go nice with most of her dressier outfits that I had seen when I brought them over from Rob's.We had a wonderful evening. I was a little rusty on the dance floor but managed to get by without stepping. I laid down my recorder and went to let him in.He said. "Paul old pal I hate to bother you but while I was finishing up the molding for the deck my router gave up the ghost. Could I borrow yours until I get done?" Sure I'll go get it."When I got to the garage it took me awhile to find it. I guess Beth Ann had gotten in one of her cleaning moods and had put it in the wrong place.Beth Ann and Gary were talking when I came back. They quit talking as I came into the room."Here it is Gary, keep it.