Diane moistened her lips in an anticipatory way. She jumped out of bed and hurried to the dresser for a clean pair of panties and a bra. 'Are… are they young?'
'Our age. And you should see Barbara Stinson.' Roger made his eyes go wider and puckered his lips in a silent whistle to show what he thought of her.
'And Mr. Stinson?'
'You'll have to judge Jerry for yourself. He's not exactly my type.'
She slipped on a pair of short shorts, colored a lemon yellow which showed off her tanned belly and legs to their fullest. Diane knew that they were too tight at the crotch, and showed almost lewdly the outline of her cunt lips and the valley in between. 'Mmmm, well, let's not keep our company waiting, Roger.'
Roger put his arm around his wife's waist and the two of them walked toward the door. 'I hope you like Jerry, because I've got my sights on his wife.' He grinned widely at her. 'Gonna help me, baby?'
'Yes,' she giggled, pressing against her husband. 'Anything you want, I'll do, darling… and then some…' she added as a smiling after-thought.
