She invited them and they all were very generous and friendly. I was about to leave but Shandya asked me to wait. She asked me drop her if I was okay....I obliged and after another hour we left. I dropped her at her home. She invited me in and i obliged. Her husband was ready home and he was really kind and friendly too. He offered me coffee and after i was done he even drove me back at home. Shandya had given me her number and asked me to call next morning. I called Shandya and she told me that. And he'll be listening to us play."Emily shrugged. "He might still change his mind about coming, so you might not have to worry." No, I hope he does come," Richard said vehemently. "But there will be a part of me thinking about him there listening, when we play. I actually think it's cool."Emily turned and slumped down on her bed, and stared at the floor."How are you feeling?" Sandra asked, delicately."Small," Emily replied."Don't..." Richard said gently."I can't help it. I'm exhausted, too.". She was there laid next to me on her back as my hand stroked her plump belly, I gave her a nice wet kiss then fondled her big breasts, licking her nipples, she was so excited, I could tell when I slid my hand down under those lovely cotton knickers to her pussy, she was wet as hell, I always though old ladies were dry down there but my Gran was really wet as I tweaked her clitoris and slid my finger in mmmmmm, my cock was throbbing like hell, I had a nice lick of her pussy over her knickers. But the connection. It was like our souls joined. I never expected that. Sure, I expected it to feel good, but there was something else there. Deeper. Emotional. It was like I was complete. Did you feel that too?”“Yes. Absolutely.”“I thought, no I actually hoped, that maybe it was just because it was my first time that I felt that. If it were just pleasure, I could do what I had promised. Just enjoy making love and not worrying about who else you were with.”“But it wasn’t,” I said quietly.“No..