It was a simple, innocent meetup, probably all that would happen was a lot of conversation. Emily had plenty of fantasies about how it would go, but s...e was fairly sure that her meeting with Ted was going to be a lecture on how the events of the day before were totally inappropriate and should never happen again. She put on a pair of tan panties and a newer bra that was close in color. The bra was a favorite, from the Victoria’s Secret store in the mall. Her grandmother had given her a $50 mall. I stepped closer and realized the light was coming from the caretaker's bungalow. I should explain some, my father is a financial advisor with many wealthy clients. As the result of one of his clients passing away, the widow had offered him out 640-acre horse boarding farm, saying she could not keep it because it reminded her of her late husband too much. She told father her husband kept it as a hobby, he enjoyed horses and the country life. It was more of a man's clubhouse. His wealth allowed. “Straddle me,” he said. This was more than I had expected, but by now I was so horny I didn’t think twice about what I was doing. As I stood up he slid down on the couch so his back was against the seat, his buttocks hanging over the edge and his feet on the floor. I climbed up so that I could straddle his torso, and as I did I could feel his dick, still somewhat hard, nestle into my butt crack, which I found oddly thrilling. My cock was pointing straight at his face. Matt scooped some of his. First I undid my fly and took out my dick out. Next, I took Sophie’s wine glass and surreptitiously lowered it under the table. It seemed filling the glass would be a little awkward. Not just situationally awkward either, the mechanics were difficult too. My cock was more than just a little hard, so I couldn’t easily angle my dick to dribble into the glass. I couldn’t tilt the glass over too much either, because as large as the white wine glass was, the blast of my stream was rimming around the.