It was a bra-less affair and she looked stunning in it!Just as stunning was Cheryl. She was wearing a black microfiber wrap-around dress. It had a sli...ht 'V' shaped hem at the top that curved around and down in the back half the distance between her shoulders and waist.The bottom hem, which in the front was also in the shape of an upside 'V' and was so high I was pretty sure anyone at a distance or close to eye level would have seen the bottom of her panties. Visible just below the hem were two. Won’t your wife expect you?…..I left a message for my son to go get it…..I didn’t see it.’ ‘He wants to know if you got dark?’ she asked. I nodded and she returned to Mike and the conversation. ‘Yes, it’s dark….you don’t…..he is?’ ‘He says you’re estranged, how estranged are you?’ she asked me, covering the speaker with one hand. ‘About 3000 miles,’ I answered, thinking it was a conveniently safe way of putting it. ‘He says you always buy dark beer and he doesn’t like it.’ ‘I know, tell him. The breeze was blowing against her exposed rosebud, tickling over her soaking length, sending shivers through her pelvis and up and down her spine. His hands were kneading her ass cheeks, clutching, guiding her now up and down his length. She felt him starting to move, too, pushing himself deeper into her with every thrust, as if trying to bury himself totally within her. He needed this. She saw that now. The contact. No betrayal, no questions, just pure physical need. She felt her orgasm. In his mind, he replayed the last few moments, and finding nothing unusual, flipped through the limited mental list of things he knew teenaged females think about and, again, came up with nothing. He still held her hand, still looked at her, and she somehow sensed his confusion and worry, and clarified her remark.“It never occurred to me, Robert, that you would make me wet.” And somehow, the biggest smile he’d ever seen broadened. “You’re . . .?”, he began. She exhaled deeply, saying “God”,.