I waited but had no text back, 5 texts later and still no reply, "i hope shes ok?" so i called her phone, it just rang and then went to voicemail.I ru...hed home, 20 minuits later as our home came into view, a sign of releif as i saw a van parked outside, the guy had arrived to fit the washing machine part, no wonder she didnt reply, he was early and she must have rushed to get her gown on to cover up and get down the stairs to answer the door. I opened the front door and walked into the house,. Tought about it. But never have. Just a little nervous." She said not to be. Just to think of her as any other girl. Thought to myself, "Yeah, with a little something else." As we sat down, she started asking me if we'd meet before. Told her no. This is the first time. Then she scared the hell out of me say, "You've the guy from down the street. The manager." I almost shit myself. Before I had a chance to respone, she said not to worry. She wouldn't tell anyone. Our secert. Felt a little. My hips were beginning to move to meet his thumb as it circled my clit. Opening my robe I rubbed the coolness of my wine glass over my hard nipples. His touch always makes my nipples so hard and knowing how much he loves to watch me play with them makes me every more horny. Following one more drink of wine I sat the glass to the side and cupped my breasts in my hands. Hubby's eyes were locked on me as my long red fingernails gripped each nipple and tugged them hard, rolling them roughly. John. Mark couldn’t keep his hands off of Susan and vice versa. Any free moment they had was taken up by lovemaking fueled by sheer lust and passion for each other. He smiled reminiscing about the events at McKinley’s and later at the hotel. Watching his Susan in the embrace of Christine had been highly arousing to say the least. Seeing the things she had done to Christine, and Christine did to her would forever be imprinted in his memories. Mark had heard Susan awaken and get into the shower..