She was so hot. She was about six feet tall, she had shoulder-length blonde hair and nice big tits. She was wearing a short black tube dress, showing ...ff her beautifully tanned legs and wore black, open toe heels, showing off her soft, feminine feet.When we got to my door, she couldn't keep her hands off me. She rubbed her hand on my crotch and on my chest, softly kissing my cheek. I opened the door and walked inside, Emma following me. The second I closed the door, she lunged in and threw her. The local Morrisons supermarket cafe - I know - real romantic!I got here early and sat in the car park for ages just waiting, nerves getting the better of me.Should I call it off, do I really want to meet him. We have some really racey conversations on line, why spoil it.I went in and loitred around the cafe entrance and as I looked up I saw this amazing man walking towards me. That must be him I thought. As he smiled at me and I smiled back there was the confirmation.We ordered coffe and sat. She gave me a hug, then turned so she was laying half against me, with her head on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around her as she thanked me for the night before.“Linda and I spent about an hour walking around the neighborhood and talking last night,” she told me. “After the first time I went inside and told dad we were home and that we needed to talk for a bit. He said it was OK so we just walked around. I had no idea her dad was in jail, Pete.”“Well, it’s not exactly something she’s proud. When you got right down to it, it probably was the most sumptuous meal he'd ever sat down to around his mother's table. They ate and ate and ate some more, and finally, when everybody was groaning, they found themselves faced with several choices of cake and pie for dessert. "Can we hold off for a little while to let things settle a bit?" Dave groaned.They all decided that would be a good idea -- it would allow them to pack more dessert aboard -- and staggered to the living room, the adults.