I groaned in heavenly agony as she stroked my prick and bumped the sensitive head against her panty-covered crotch as she pleasured me with her hand.

"Emily ..." I moaned.

"I need you ... inside ...," she said.

My mind stumbled over what she would call me as we made love. Grandfather? Pop? Jim?

The young beauty pressed herself against me, kissed me voraciously, and then dropped to her knees to get my shoes and pants off of me.

My shirt disappeared as well.

I found myself sitting in my chair. Miss Emily - Emily - was straddling my lap. Her knees were pressed into the seat on either side...