A lot".I smile. Emma's in her black lace underwear. The sight is already a tease."I'd like to see that"."Ian, I love your little stories. How they mak...e me hot. How I'm feeling special reading them. Now it's my turn to give you that. And there are so many things I'd like to try with you" That's a very nice thing to say Emma... You know, these stories don't come out of nowhere. You have your part in inspiring them..." So I'll give you some more. Just wait here."Emma goes to her bedroom. Myself, I. I put my both hands on her back and we both moving our body slowly. Now my erected cock touching her from front side. When cock touches her body she tried to make a pressure over the cock.Now I put my hands on her ass and make her very close to me. Now her boobs rubbing my chest and my cock rubbing her front side. Just near her pussy. She didn’t oppose me and enjoying all movement.Then I put my hands on her back and rubbing my hands slowly over her back. I was feeling that her back is very soft. The mountain farm was a small three-winged building with a separate barn opposite all situated on a gently sloping grass field with a grand view of the valley below with the train station where I’d arrived earlier that day. Around the farm house on the slope grazed goats, and chickens and geese ran across the yard. I was installed in a small room up under the roof in one of the side wings, where I put my backpack down on the floor. Helena and the girls had prepared a cold supper when I returned. "Will I ever enjoy that myself someday?" I asked. Mrs. Jansen replied with, "You will, and it may not be that far along from now, if you want." I would like that very much. If she feels that good by doing that to cause her to moan like that, it has to feel good, and I would surely welcome that experience."Not saying anything, Mrs. Jansen kneeled on the carpeted floor in front of me, gently pulling on my hips sliding my butt to the edge of the cushion. She looked at my pubes saying some ointment.