Finally, he stopped kissing me and spit into his hand and reached down and smothered it over the tip of his cock. Then with a second spit, he lathered...it over my open hole, slipping a finger or two in, trying to make sure I was stretched and wet enough for his huge, thick, dad cock. I again wrapped my legs around his torso and we started kissing again, and I started to feel his cock head stabbing wildly at my ass, looking for my tight asshole. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his. Emma, after being placed at the table, immediately raises her hand to the back of her neck and spreads her legs apart. It is like she is willing to be on display, if that is what Donald wants from her. And he is naked right now too, she thinks, so he will be on display too.She hears him move around fixing things, taking things from the refrigerator and cupboards. She dares not turn to watch.Donald finishes getting things started for the meal, but Emma needs some attention while it heats. He. I get off at 6, pick me up at eight. You got it, and I left.At 8, I arrived at her place and knocked on the door. After a few minutes she opened it in a bathrobe. I didn't get off until 30 minutes ago, I need to finish getting ready she said. Take your time, the night is young I said. Several minutes later she came out of her bedroom ready to go. She was wearing tight jeans with a red blouse that was having trouble keeping her breast under control. We went and ate, had more small talk, then. I was still equally out of breath, too. I just had to hope that she wouldn’t notice.“Ah, that’s a shame,” she replied. “There was something I wanted to ask him. Anyway, you should hurry up. It’s Monday, don’t forget. If you have the time, try to take care of the laundry too.” With those words, she turned away and finally left, still blissfully unaware as to what happened behind her back.I breathed a sigh of relief. With a glance towards my bed, I confirmed that my father was still asleep as.