In the morning, when they wake, she asks Donald to check the other small drawer on the top of her father's chest. She explains, “Thank goodness you realize what was in the one drawer, heaven help it if someone at the auction house found those.”
Donald chuckles and tells her that he thinks there are a couple of other things she will take to their home as reminders as he hands her the brush and paddle. He fiddles with the second drawer and finds the latch for it. In that drawer is another one hundred hundred-dollar bills, some with the markings of the more valuable ones.
“I guess your father stocked up for when they would be needed,” Donald laughs. “Well right here is probably enough for your half of the pool.”
There are also some other pieces of fine jewelry, waiting to be presented to Edward’s love. Emma realizes that she does need to gather all the gifts her mother had along with these to find out their value and where she can sell them. So the new discoveries are added to her mother’s large jewelry box for them to take home and sort through. Now, at last, this bedroom is empty of anything which won’t be sold or disposed of.
Emma is all efficiency, getting the auction house on the phone, arranging for their arrival to move the things they want out on Wednesday, then arranging with floor sanders and strainers, painters and a cleaning company to be here at the end of the week to get started. She is well-organized in scheduling everyone to revive this house. All things considered, in a couple of weeks, it will be time to call a realtor in to get the house up for sale.
While Emma makes her calls, Donald fixes breakfast for them and cleans the dishes from last night. While they eat Emma mentions that she should probably take these additional bills to the bank to be taken care of. But in a small voice asks Donald if he will go with her.
Thinking about the night chatting with the Bank President online, even though he didn’t know it was her, realizing the feelings the President has for her, she is not comfortable seeing him alone. Donald quickly comprehends and suggest they load both cars with the things to take to their home, and then together after cleaning up some, go to the bank.
How easily Donald keeps referring to it now as their home is music to Emma’s ears and she agrees to the plan.
Things packed, a quick last look at her house as it has been all her life, Emma and Donald head to what their home will now be.
Donald and Emma unpack the things at the house, Karen is in the kitchen when they bring all the staples in and assures them that she will put them away for them. They head to the bedroom with their treasures from Edward’s chest and hide them away with the other items of punishment.
Then they take a shower and get ready. Donald dresses Emma in one of her mother’s dresses from the seventies. Short, inches above the knees, low cut with a white collar around it. The dress itself is a print. With her low-cut bra and tiny panties, Emma can feel a breeze running up and over her. Warm out today, no stocking but matching high heel shoes.
Seeing Emma is such a sexy last decade look takes Donald’s breath away. “Emma, come here,” he grunts to her as he sits on the side of the bed. He lifts her short dress rubbing his hands back and forth on her ass cheeks, enjoying the feeling of the silk panties. He knows Emma is getting turned on. He moves one hand around to caress her inner thighs as she begins to whimper with lust. Then his hand running along her wet dripping slit through her panties. They are quite wet now.
He lowers the panties to the ground, and raises Emma’s dress a little, and turns her to lay on the bed. He moves his hands to cup her breasts, inside the low front of the dress, but still over her bra. He feels like he is back in the seventies being careful how he proceeds.
His hands softly massage her tits and then slips the top of the low-cut bra aside just enough to first pinch on one nipple, and then suck on it. The same treatment with the other one follows. All the time the fingers of his other hand are teasing her pussy and lightly stroking the slit up and down. Emma is getting into a guttural moan now. Her hips lift pressing herself more to his fingers, silently begging him to do more.
He raises his head and says, “Someone is hungry for something it seems.”
“Please Donald, please,” is all that she can huff out.
He kisses her lips, and falling so into this fantasy replies, “Patience kitten, all in time, I want you to be really ready to take my cock for the first time.”
Emma now comprehends where Donald’s mind is wandering to and play along saying, “Oh baby, yes be gentle with me, I’m not sure if I can take your big cock into for my very first time.”
They grin at each other, realizing they are both into this game of young lovers. It is intriguing to imagine that this, yes, just now, is them together as teens making out in her bedroom at her parent's house.
Both immersed in their roles now, Donald whispers in her ear, “Sweetie, would you touch my penis?” Donald so wishes he had dressed before this took over him. To imagine his sweet innocent teen, opening his jeans for the first time, unzipping him, and placing her hand in his pants to touch his cock for her very first time would have been amazing, but he is envisioning it all, and he does remember that he was the first cock she ever in her life touched.
The heat growing between them as they make out like teenagers is overwhelming — the deep breathing; the needing to constant kiss and hold on to each other. And then, Emma’s fingers beginning to grasp Donald’s shaft and hold it tight, it is a spectacular experience for both of them hormonally.
Donald tentatively presses a finger up in Emma’s vag. She moans with delight. “Are you alright kitten,” he asks her.
Emma looks in his eyes and nods her head. He presses a second finger up in her. That is all he will try now for his sweet teen lover. She clenches his shaft harder and begins to move up and down on his hard member with her fingers.
Donald takes her other hand and guides it to his balls and holding her fingers against them shows her how to squeeze to pleasure them. Emma giggles, partly as this play teen girl, but also for this wonderful experience Donald is giving her and imagining that she did actually do this when she was sixteen or seventeen. This whole scenario they are playing out is beyond anything she could ever have imagined being able to go to, and so easily.
Why do she and Donald so mesh, just playing off each other so well? Yesterday with the food, now this morning with this fantasy they are acting out?
But the crisis point has been reached for both of them. They both need to release soon. Donald whispers in her ear, “Sweetie, would you let me put myself in you? I won’t if you are not ready for your first time.”
Emma hugs him as her teen self and kisses his face as she replies, “Oh baby, please, please, I need to feel you in me.”
Donald reaches and gets a rubber to put on, to keep in the spirit of things, and as she watches he rolls it up his throbbing prick. She lifts and spreads her legs to welcome him. Kneeling over her, Donald does his best to be slow, like a teen virgin’s first time should be and pressing in so little at first, as Emma gulps at the feeling.
Donald slowly presses more in her until halfway in, then begins a soft thrusting in and out, going more in with each move. Emma is panting from this wonderful gentle attention. She can’t control herself and grabs his ass cheeks and pulls him close up in her so she can feel his balls dancing against her ass.
“You little minx you,” Donald tells her as he begins panting more and thrusting harder and harder into her as she throbs against his cock.
It does not take long, as it never does with young teens first encounters, and they both cum together, which is more than most kids would have. Donald falls on her, and then rolls on his side taking her with him as they both laugh and even snort and what has just happened.
Donald goes and gets a washcloth to clean them both, pulls Emma’s panties back up on her, which are delightfully wet. He gets the brush and tries to fix her hair and her makeup, but Emma has that delightful glow of woman just well fucked about her now.
Donald dresses in one of Emma’s father’s lighter summer suits, shirt, and tie. He grins to himself wondering if the Bank President will recognize it. More enjoyable if he does.
Dressed, the money safely in her purse, they set out for the bank. Once again, upon entering Emma is escorted to the president’s office immediately. Grace, her father’s secretary in his time is there at her desk; Emma chats with her some and introduces Donald. Grace seems to size Donald up and smiles encouraging to show her approval.
The Bank President comes to his door hearing Emma’s voice, and a slight frown falls on his face as he sees Donald with her. He had hoped when they met at the restaurant that Donald was just a one-time date thing, but it seems as if he is still in the picture. And the look about Emma today tells him that yes, he is fully part of Emma’s life now.
Emma asks him if he remembers Donald and he says yes that it is a pleasure to see him again as they shake hands. But they all know that is not what he is really thinking.
They go into his office and close the door. Emma brings out the additional one-hundred-dollar bills to his amazement. “It seems that my parents both saved this over the years, I am sure I have found the last of these now. Some of these last ones do need to be offered for sale also. I would appriciate your help again,” Emma starts before going on, “Now I don’t know if there is another market for these, or if I should hold them for a while to not over saturate the market. See what you can find if you will. If not a good price I can always hold on to them for a few years.”
The President, and even Donald are impressed by her astuteness about this, and a container is prepared for her to add these to her safe deposit box. Donald accompanies her into the room. While there, she does take some other of her mother’s jewelry out telling Donald that we need to go over all of it when they are home alone.
He nods his agreement. Then knowing that the Bank President is probably watching on the security camera, he pulls Emma into his arms and kisses her passionately. Yes, the alpha came out in him, and he needed to claim his woman before the other man.
Back in the President’s office, they both notice how blushed he is. Emma asks him for a change of address card, and carefully fills in her new address, explaining that she will be selling her parents house soon, along with all the furniture. This, from today forward, will be her address. He promises to have new checks made for her and make sure all of her account information is up-to-date.