The heavyset blonde sat down, legs curled under her, and watched the younger man stride confidently back to his truck, pretty much nude. Her husband would never do that, in the ten years they'd lived in this house they had never taken a blanket outside to enjoy each other on a warm evening. When he came back she rolled over like he asked, reaching for her purse. The two As of alcohol and arousal had her not even thinking about the two Ds of her heavy breasts swaying underneath her.<br/><br/>She fished her phone out, and looked back at Mark, and decided she should make sure she was ready. Trisha licked her fingers and reached under her chubby tummy, rubbing at her wide, shaved slit, slipping a pair of fingers in and using her juices and spit to get her hole nice and open. Wiggling her hips she looked back at the man, and giggled, "I think it's ready babe."<br/><br/>Blonde hair bouncing, she turned back to her phone, between her hands as she swayed her wide ass from her knees and elbows. She opened up her texts, and sent to her husband,<strong>just wanted to let u kno I'm home</strong>. Then, with a mischevious grin, waiting to be filled, she wrote another.<strong>thinking of u and wanted u to kno I'm SOOO wet</strong>