. .”€œyou’re my emma,” I said and lifted my hips.She stared at me.€œemma,” I said and kissed her. €œi want to ...arry you.”She moaned and protested.I kissed her. €œemma, say you are my son.”She whispered, “raise a bit.”I lifted my hips and she pulled her skirt up to her waist and I lowered. My erect cock was touching her moistened cunt. €œemma,” I said.She took my erect cock and guided into her opening. I pushed slowly and said: “you’re my emma, you’re my emma, I want. That sufficed to get his cock into her mouth.But Irma was operating from a certain lack of vision; Arthur had watched a master at work on her earlier in the day, and recent revelations had exposed her as nowhere near the opponent that he had always assumed she was. Having gotten beyond her bluster and discovered that her armor was about as permeable as Swiss cheese, Arthur was declaring the new order; Irma could comply or, frankly, be replaced. The weapons he had made that a viable threat,. I had several stashes by this point: make up,lingerie and even magazines from Victoria Secret and Frederick's ofHollywood.It was only a matter of time before I got caught. I think she tried tocatch me, I think she set a trap for me, but I don't know for sure. Oneminute she knew nothing and the next I'm caught wearing her panties andbra. Beth called my office and left a message that she was going to belate that evening. I drove home like Mario Andretti to have as much timeas possible to play. As the Ferris wheel starts his hand curls around a smooth silky curve and I kiss him again. Teeth closing, nipping on the soft skin of his lips then soothing them with a slow swipe of my tongue. His fingers and thumbs fold around my swollen teats, rolling, twisting them, and sending a huge bolt of tingling lust straight through the center of me. As I slip onto the hard wooden seat beside him I feel the heat and moisture between my thighs spreading. He lifts his bum as I tug the shorts lower, my.