“What’s wrong? How can I help”? I asked softly. “Well I can’t push this in”? Emma replied looking up at me. I leant over her, my penis pus...ing hard against her tight jean shorts as I pushed the post into the socket. “How is that”? I asked smiling. “That was great.” Emma replied. It was now or never had I thought. I pushed myself closer rubbing my crouch up against Emma’s tight ass; I held her hips and slowly humped her. “What are you doing, you sick bastard Ken?” “Nothing I’m sorry”. I quickly. She invited me at her house with catalogues. When I reached her place she was in ready mood and relaxing dress wearing petticoat and blouse without bra and panty.She was looking sweet attractive and gorgeous. I was stunned to see her in dress exhibiting her nudity to max. When I introduce my self she smiled and gave me warm welcome with a hand shake. Frankly speaking we both were badly attracted to each other at the first sight as if we are made for each other. She made me to sit on the sofa,. I almost came, she mouthed off, why did you wait so long to come over? I said I was nervous. This time I came very quick, probably because of the anticipation. I shout an entire week’s load deep into her. She let out a loud moan as we came together. Cum was flowing out of her pussy and down to her ample ass. We laid on the couch for about an hour talking....we became very close and I began to develop a major crush on Mrs. Silva. Everything she said and did intrigued me. I thought about her all. I took a moment to look at her in baggage claim and saw something different about her. She had that radiant look back about her, but there was something else. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. We gathered her bags and were on our way."So, how was your Thanksgiving?" It was so nice to go home. I can't believe how much I missed my own bed. How was yours?" I certainly have had better."I noticed that she took a look at me. She seemed to realize what I meant by looking at my mannerisms."You.