John and I went to Dante's that Saturday. We caught the bus and with my not knowing the area; by the time we got there I was pretty lost. It was worth...it though – Dante's lived up to its reputation - good prices, damn fine music. We'd been there for over two hours (it was past 11.00pm) and I only came off the dancefloor to buy drinks or dispose of the one's I'd already drank. I was so caught up in the music that I'd almost forgotten about checking out the local talent. I'd noticed some really. This time her knees really did start to buckle. As she dropped my cock slid out of her used hole with a nice plopping sound and she landed on her knees. I quickly opened the stall door so it sounded like I left, but I held it open and just stood there. She heard the door and spun around to see if she could get a glimpse of who just fucked her. Sitting on the floor of the bathroom with her back against the toilet and her gaping pussy leaking fluids onto the floor, she looked so hot. I needed to. His Emma. Ever since he showed her the new wardrobe he had for her, almost a year ago. Yes, they have indulged in this before, but to do it for the outfit Emma would be married in, thrills him.They take their drinks with them and go to his computer in his den. It is all, and more than Donald can imagine. Both naked, Emma on his lap, Donald’s rising cock between her legs resting against her dripping pussy, he turns on the computer and goes to one of his favorite sites for outfits for Emma. . But I had restrained myself to gently holding her, in respect for her loss, and likely because I was scared to death of making a wrong move. Yet I could feel myself liking her more, and wanting to touch every inch of her long, slim, athletic body ... No Tits? So what? She didn't need them...It was when I was coming up the hill on Thursday afternoon, that I saw a familiar figure sitting on her front porch, to my left. After noticing an empty space in her driveway, I smiled at Glenna, as I turned.