With a sigh, she lets her dark fingers trail through my long black hair, feeling my pale cheek against her skirt as I caress and kiss her legs, and do...n to her perfect feet. I smile softly as she chuckles, surrendering to my needs for tonight.I kneel naked before her as she offers me her wrists. I undo the buttons on each and kiss her wrists, allowing her palm and fingers to trail over my face, and down my neck, tugging my collar and stroking lightly across my swelling white breast. She turns. “What’s the matter, Betsy?” Gary asked while taking a seat on one of the weight benches.“I don’t know,” Betsy answered.“It’s him, isn’t it?”“Who?”“Sanders.”Betsy asked, “Why would you think that he’s on my mind?”“If I understand the situation correctly, you’re not comfortable with having him here.”“That’s not right,” Betsy said protesting a little too forcefully.“Let’s see. You’re a single young woman and he’s an available young man. You knew him in the past and now you have a chance to get. ”Emma hugs and kisses his face and neck.“Now young lady, something is going to transpire today. I have had this planned and scheduled for over a week, so do not think it is happening because of what you did yesterday. So, go start getting ready for today,” Donald tells Emma.As she turns to crawl to the edge of the bed to get up, he does swat each of her cheeks once. She yelps but she knows these spanks are with affection, not punishment.She hurries to the tanning bed and then smiles at Julie. . "Emily?"She looked up at a familiar man standing before her."You're Kyle's dad." Yeah. I'm Tim."Emily stood up, hugging him. "This is my friend, Richard."Richard shook hands with him, nodding his head somberly."Kyle knows you're here. He told me to come say hello. He needs to be with Billy, now," Tim explained."Of course," Emily said. "We got here as soon as we could. Richard drove all night, nonstop, as soon as we heard." You done a good thing, son. We always still think of Sandra whenever.