” Emma re-appeared at the door a few moments later and led me into the dining room. She'd obviously gone to a lot of trouble because the table looke... like it’d been set for a king. "Take a seat." "Thank you," I said. She served a wonderful seafood pasta dish, it was fabulous. After dinner we sat enjoying the music while we finished the Chardonnay. The alcohol had done its job, we were both quite relaxed. I gave Emma a hand clearing the dishes and when it was done, we went into the lounge. I rub it so good. I really want to sit her on my lap naked and fuck her as we kiss. I would love to cover her with my cum or I want to share her creampie with her mom or my wife. And I always picture my niece licking my balls as I screw her mom. And just waiting as I’m fucking her mom for me to slip out. She can suck her mom’s juice off of my dick and stroke me a little before guiding me back inside her mom. I’m sure her mom would love the feeling of getting her clit licked as she gets fucked.. It wasn’t that sex with Mark was boring, but it had become somewhat predictable. She always came and felt satisfied but was left often with fantasies of something different. “ “What do you have in mind baby?” “You will see. Soon enough.” His attitude was decidedly different and Sara was turned on by it. She could see from his throbbing hard on that he was into it too. “I just want you to lay back and relax. Let me take charge of your pleasure.” Sara liked this aggressive approach. It was more. We talked until 1 a.m., which was totally out of character for Marcie. She was not a talker, especially on a school night. Of course, she would need to move to Capital City to be with her husband but Tad had always come back to his district on weekends. They were planning to buy a house on Elm and…. I faded out for a second. Mrs. P’s house was on Elm. “What did you say? Elm? What number on Elm?” Marcie gave me a suspicious look, but answered. The house, it turned out, was the one with the.