I opened it up and logged into Skype. I opened up a chat window to Emma, ignoring the other message requests for now.“Out of the big house a day ear...y. Now behind enemy lines in hostile territory. Pray for your fiance =D”She sent a quick message of a pair of lips and it made me smile.“Lunch tomorrow?” I sent. “I could use the escape. The vultures are already circling.”“Sure. Pick you up at noon?”“Perfect! I owe you so much for this weekend.”“At least three kisses. Good luck with everyone. After a quick hard kiss, the last of the night, she slid out of the booth and I followed with my hard-on easy to see bulging against my upper thigh, held tight by my shorts, the head threatening to reveal itself at the left leg opening.When I stumbled from her car and entered my home, my dad caught a whiff and saw Sandy's car drive off. The day of change continued."You're not seeing that woman again," my dad ordered to my retreating back. No hemming and hawing. Right to the point. I like that. She only believes in fucking missionary style, and barely moving at that. 'Oh look, dear, the bedroom ceiling needs a painting.' Once in a blue moon she'll give me a hand job with a tissue and very occasionally, I'll get the special treat of her riding me cowgirl style.Sucking my cock? You must be kidding. Taking it up the ass? She'd rather cut her own head off or at least cut my cock off, either one with a dull knife. But the worst part is (are?) her constant headaches.Listen carefully, all. I WILL LET YOU PICK THEM OUT, AND I WILL "TRY" TO DO WHAT YOU ASK OF ME". WOW! My fantasies fulfilled. I thought about them. I've always tried to get her to flach her beautiful body at truckers, but the one I had ever since she told me how much she loves to suck cock, is to watch her suck another man's cock. Vickie called as I was getting in the car and ask when I would be home? I said I would be there as soon as I stoped to get some wine for her. My mind was racing, and my heart was beatting.