By Friday she was beside herself, trying to choose what to wear. She settled on just a white silk blouse, which jauntily she left one more button open...on (not that it revealed anything, but for Emma, it was the first step) and a navy skirt, which did come just above her knees. She still wore sensible shoes, and her underwear (what was she even worrying about it for) was not anything special.She was just a couple minutes late getting to Donald’s house, she had made one wrong turn and had to. Suddenly, one of his hands shot out and grabs a hold of my ass. "What are you serving?" he asks with not too subtle innuendo.My brown hazel eyes flash, as I slap his hand away. "SIR!!! That is not on the menu!" I shout outraged. When I start to curse him out, he laughs, as he pushes his hood back. I laugh, too. When I see that it is you. "I'm glad you are not offering yourself up on the menu, Jodi." You laugh again, as I smack you on the shoulder, with the menu in my hand. "You scared the crap. “Hi, Trisha, you look so nice this morning. I’m sure you are going to knock them out at the new job.”She smiled up at the much taller Clark and allowed him to help her down the steep stoop steps that presented a challenge to her unfamiliar high heels with the platform angle. She was still a bit wobbly on them despite practicing a couple of hours in the privacy of her bedroom away from prying eyes. She had the long mirrors angled so she could see her backside as she walked and was more than. Tanya moaned saying it felt good as he licked her clit, gently fingering her pussy, “fuck me Brad I want you to fuck my pussy”. As Brad stood up he pulled her jogging trousers down as his cock sprung up “Oh my god that’s huge my poor little pussy” getting in between her legs he guided his cock deep in making Tanya sigh with pleasure.Brad started to move in and out making Tanya moan, she could feel her pussy stretching she cried with pleasure, as they kissed Tanya begged for her nipples to be.