"I'm not sure," Mary said. "As excited as he sounded, I'd expect him to spend a couple of hours talking with his father. Since he's going to his father's old Alma Mater, I have a feeling they're going to have a lot to talk about. I'd guess he'll probably get home around nine or so, maybe even later."
"That's good," Matt said. He cupped his paramour's delectably shaped bottom in his hands and pulled her even tighter against him. "That gives us a little time, doesn't it?" He smiled at her. "You have any ideas how we can pass it?"
"I can't believe you haven't gotten tired of chasing an old lady like me," Mary said. She loved his attentiveness and could feel passion again beginning to rise in her body. Would she ever get enough of him?
He backed her to the kitchen table and got her seated on it. "I'll show you how I feel about 'old ladies'," he said.
"Matt! What are you doing?" Mary asked.
His lips again covered hers and his hands began opening the buttons on her blouse and she was stunned to realize he planned to make love to her there in the kitchen. "We shouldn't be doing this here!" she thought, "Somebody might come in and catch us!" But then shocks of delight ripped through her body when his hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs tweaked her nipples to full, tingling erection.
Matt's erection strained against his confining jeans as he worked on Mary's glorious breasts. He had been speculating for some time on whether the table was the right height for what he wanted to do, and he was about to find out. He pulled up Mary's skirt and moved between her bare, silken legs, cupping her buttocks. He was been right, the table was exactly the right height.
"Matt!" Mary protested as he moved closer to her. She heard the zipper buzz on his jeans. "We can't...not here...oh, Matt!"
Warmth and wetness engulfed Matt's rigid organ when he slid it into Mary's quivering body.
"Oh, Matt!" Mary groaned. She could feel her body filling with luxuriant feelings as his erection intruded into her once more. "We...oh, God! We shouldn't, ah, shouldn't...be...Ah!...doing this...Oh!...here!"
Matt clutched her bottom, holding her tight against him and drove powerfully into her. The drapes were open and there was a big, uncovered window in the kitchen door. The prospect of discovery made their love-making that much more exciting. He looked at Mary's face. Her eyes were glazed, her features showed the slackness of lust he'd come to know so well. Her mouth hung partly open. Her magnificent breasts, nipples rigid, bobbed and jiggled delightfully.
