’ ‘A horse’s ass. Now that’s something I’d like to see Jean boil before it gets smeared with barbecue sauce! Jean, that was a wonderful meal..., just like every meal we’ve ever had over here. Wake up. Louie, we should probably get going, too.’ It was then that all of the fun, all of the good food and good company came to a crashing end when my dad said, ‘Jean, you should probably take Mike back now. I don’t want you driving through that construction in Fountain Valley in the dark.’ Suddenly, I. ‘Or other times,’ he thinks to himself but does not say. Emma is not ready to understand that part yet.Emma is beginning to become overwhelmed with how much money he has spent for all this. She knows he is a best-selling author besides everything else, but so much, just for her? She feels tingles going up and down her spine realizing he must be planning something long term with her.The top right drawer is all that is left, and Emma remembers one thing that was placed there on her first. I was trembling with excitement, I could hardly write.Another note said, "Put your cock through". So I stood up and pushed my hard rampant cock through the hole. I was pressed up against the partition and was trembling like mad at what was going to happen. I felt fingers run up and down my cock. This stranger was wanking me, omg what aunbelievable feeling. No man had touched my cock before. I couldn't believe how filthy it felt, fucking wonderful. Next I felt my cock enveloped in warmth. It was. Take the spare bedroom. Let the bastard sweat a little.!” “Are you sure?” “Of course. I’m sure! I promise to leave you alone….if you want” I smiled. “And if I don’t want?” she teased back. “There’s always the horizontal mambo.” “The what?” she asked. “The horizontal mambo! Doing the dirty! Hide the Salami! Dancing on the ceiling! Shtupping!” I answered back. Laughing, she took my hand, and I led her to the guest bedroom. We sat. She took my face in her hands again, and we kissed passionately,.