Donald Gonnie (author)

She found a mask for her face and approached him on the dance floor. 
With in seconds Zorro’s hands were rubbing her ass. She decided to see just how far he would go. She felt his hard cock rubbing against her as they danced. 
With out saying a word, Margaret led him out the back door and into a dark corner of the back yard. She unzipped his pants and pulled his throbbing cock from his trousers. She was hoping he would stop her but he did not. 
She had to see just how far he would actually take this so she parted her luscious lips and allowed his member the entrance to her throat. She felt his hand on the back of her head guiding her movements. 
Suddenly he pulled her head up and turned her around. He pushed her over the picnic table in front of her and flipped the short skirt of her costume up her back. His thumbs reached inside the green tights and she felt the coolness of the night air on her skin as they were pulled below her ass. 
In spite of the rage toward her cheating husband there was no doubt she was also turned on. He took her from behind with no problem, thrusting his trusty weapon deep into her womb. 
He shook all over as he climaxed pushing his body to hers and pinning her to the table. Then, just as sudden as he had taken her, he was gone. Staying in character he was gone like a thief in the night. 
Margaret was livid as she pulled her tights up and pushed her costume back down. She was too upset to even go back inside. She didn’t think she would be able to contain herself. She would have it out with Charles but it would be in the privacy of their own home.
She walked along the outside of the house and exited the gate as she went to her car and sped off.
Margaret was fuming as she almost ripped off the small costume and put her full length flannel nightgown back on. 
She was sitting up in bed when Charles walked in, early as promised.
"So," she started, "did you have a good time?"
"Yeah, pretty good I guess," he answered.
"How many women did you dance with?" she was going to give him just enough rope to hang himself.
"I didn’t dance with any," he answered. "As soon as I walked in the door Harry corralled me for a poker game he and some of the other guys were playing in the basement." 
"Oh really," Margaret said in a sarcastic voice. He’s just digging himself a bigger hole, she thought.
"Yeah, but wait till I tell you what happened. Remember John Fisher from college. Everyone used to call him, "Fish". He was a real nerd. You used to despise him if I remember right."
"Yeah," she said, "I remember him." 
"Well he was there and of course he’s still a nerd. He showed up as Johnny Cash, you know, the man in black. Well of course no one had any idea who he was supposed to be so I loaned him the Zorro costume since I wasn’t using it. Wait till I tell you what happened to him…
Honey? Margaret are you okay to look so pale."
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