She turned on the picture lights which included a spotlight over the fireplace and the ornate mirror above.Standing in front of the fireplace, only a ...hint of warmth emanating from the ashes within the grate, she lifted down an empty wine glass, a red tide mark designating it was Emma’s from the previous evening, she also noted a couple of shot glasses on the hearthstone and a bottle of Macallan that Jimmy and Mike had obviously shared after the two women had retired upstairs. She couldn’t. " her words we're ringing in my ears and I couldn't help but dissect every aspect of their meaning. Did Emma want us to be together? Was this even a two way thing? I had gone along with her so quickly. I had had sex with a total stranger without so much as a protest. Was this me or was this just because it was Emma? Clearly I had some deep in built desire to make this woman happy, but was that it? Was this the real me being revealed by the beautiful redhead I had made orgasm? My mind was. I never knew my real father and my step fathers were never nice to me. I just have never had any luck with men”she said “you are the sweetest and kindest man I have ever known. So will you marry me, “I asked her,when she looked up I could see a tear on her cheek and wiped it away . “I will,” she said, giving me a long passionate kiss holding me tight against her. “So you want children”she said looking into my eyes “I guess we better go make some babies then”. Emily showed a lot of enthusiasm. Eventually Lynne told me that she felt the time was right and put one leg across my body and straddled me, pinned my arms down with her shins, and we prepared for her to engage her bush with my face. She was in no hurry and sat over my face with her pussy inches above my mouth. I tried to stretch my neck to reach it with my tongue but it remained just out of reach. It was so frustrating because I could smell it but couldn’t reach it. Lynne looked down at me and smiled at my attempts. Soon she.