It wasn't until I was outside that I realized that those kids looked familiar. They were the friends of Emmie who helped her rearrange her bedroom. Th...e preacher's kids.The next night, I made a point of avoiding Emmie until it was bedtime. I said goodnight, blew her a kiss and went to bed. I awoke in the dark hearing a voice, Emmie's voice. She was talking to someone. "...idea how awesome it was! Oh my god! He came in my mouth, Thomas! ... Yes! [giggle] ... I was hotter than that, I ... god yes. My pussy throbbing. Right there. And then he lets out an maniacal laugh as he pulls out his fingers. My desire to orgasm disappears, it was right there.“Oh, my pretty little cunt. What is wrong? I thought you were going to cum.” he taunts.I want him so badly. I want to feel his hard cock inside of me, to feel his skin on mine. I try to express this. But all I can do is mumble and drool on the red underwear in my mouth. I imagine his wife wearing these underwear her voluptuous body and perky. Anyway, one of the guys had leaned back too far in one of the dining chairs and fell back into a bookcase. Nothing was damaged, it was just loud. They were playing some kind of card game and insisted that I join them. One of the guys gave up his chair for me and I sat down. Now my dining table and chairs are the tall bistro style where you sit just as high as if you were standing up, like barstools with backs. We started talking and they made me some kind of mixed drink with chunks of fruit in. Kaleigh sweetly added, “I hope you know I really don’t mind them knowing that we’re dating. I just don’t want anyone, them or any member of the club to think I’m not a good enough business person to run this place, and that I need a ‘sugar-daddy’ professor to come by to check-up on me. Do you understand my meaning there?”I smiled and nodded at her, but I chuckled out loud at her ‘sugar-daddy’ reference. “Isn’t the old-guy in the sugar-daddy relationship required to be loaded? If so, you did a.