I slapped her ass softly and Emma jumped at the touch. We walked out of the swimming pool and put our bags in my car. We sat down and I drove over to ...y place. We arrived and took the bags. “By the way,” Emma started as we entered my place, “You still owe me oral sex.” I was stunned for a moment, because Emma really said that out of the blue. “Alright, Emma, I do owe you that. But not now, we need to eat first, okay?” “Sure, just don’t forget.” “I won’t,” I said as I started looking for. Her name is anitha, staying in Karnataka. I replied to her mail and shared our WhatsApp number, starting chatting about personal things and all, she told I am not happy with my husband not having any sex with him, after reading your story just I shared my feelings like that, after that one week we had chatted and discussed more about our feelings, I am also having casual thought because her place is too far away from my place, Not even think anything about sex with her.One day while chatting,. ." she stopped. Then she let go of him. Got up, and ran to her room.A knock at the door startled Sara out of her thoughts. She knew it would be Dan. He had his own key, but they had agreed that since Pete's death, it would look better to the neighbors if Dan would knock when he came over.Sara got up and put on a thin cotton robe. Her wet tits touched the material and shown through. She went to the door and opened it. Dan stood there smiling. His smile reminded her of the cat who ate the. Maybe having a few beers will take my mind off of all of this for a while.” After the shower, her dad came out in a white T shirt and a clean pair of gym shorts. He sat down by the TV and turned on ESPN to watch last night’s highlights. She brought him a beer that she poured expertly into a glass without any foam. “Thanks, hun,” he rasped. She left the room to go change and cancel her plans for the night. It was Friday, but she felt that her dad needed her much more than her friends did.