" She eyes me for a second with a curious look as I studiously scrape the last noodles out of the bowl. "I may go shopping later, if that's all right.... I mentally review our bank account from when I checked earlier. We should have some spending money, and she knows how to be thrifty. Another thing I trust her with. "Sure. Just don't go buying Ferraris or anything." She laughs, a beautiful sound. "Don't worry." A half hour later she's gone, leaving with a quick kiss and a "be back soon".. She put her hand on his face and shoved him prone on the floor once more as she stood up. "You cum like a schoolboy," she sneered. "of course that sort of goes along with the size of your prick."Emma jerked the zipper of her jacket back into place. She looked down her nose at Black, but then the scowl on her face disappeared and was replaced with a faint smile. Her voice was low and intimate as she said, "I know what you like, Franklin. Work with me and I'll turn you every which way but. "You want to fuck me?" she asked again, as she was grinding on my dick. I unbuttoned my pants. She lifted herself, and took my pants and underwear down. She breathed with surprise ash she claimed "Oh my god, you are so big". She kneeled down and kissed my dick. She looked up to my eyes to then put my dick slowly in her mouth. She gave me some head. I grabbed her hair, pulled her back up, as she removed her panties. She sat on top of me, as she slowly put my dick in her pussy. She was really. Just before leaving Atlanta, her friends had thrown her a wild farewell party, including party favours and gifts. The crescendo of the evening had been the opening of a long, heavy box labelled, 'Mr. Right'. Inside, Emily had found an authentically shaped almond-colored dildo, including veins and hairless scrotum. She was sure it had been given as a gag gift but since moving it had been her only source of satisfaction, calling to her at least bi-weekly for a date to squirt city.Emily was near.