In the morning, Emma and Donald take their time in the shower, making sure each have been well soaped, washed, and specially cared for. First, after lathering Donald’s member completely, Emma rinses it as she kneels before him and takes the glans into her mouth. Donald was just starting to get hard, and the warmth of her mouth and tickle of her tongue along his slit makes his cock start to tremble.
Emma takes the shaft into her hand and squeezes and jerks it as she takes more of him in to suck on. She only takes about half of him in, allowing her room to circle him with her thumb and index finger and move first slowly up and down from the base by his balls up to touching her lips which continuously suck him.
Donald has to grab onto the sides of the shower to steady himself from this lovely attack. A deep growl begins inside him as he feels his balls fill with semen, now hard as two golf balls. Emma massages them some before pressing against his taint to send spasms through his body starting at his prostate and flashing out through him.
Such lovely morning attention soon has Donald at the brink and letting out a low howl as he cums in Emma’s mouth. She sucks it all in and swallows before standing and washing him once more.
He kisses her, tasting the last of his cum on Emma’s tongue. His hand lowers between her legs and fingers her slit, feeling the juices dripping from her. Back and forth he slides, pinching her labia and clit a little on each pass. Then three fingers up in her pressing against her g-spot and his thumb brush her clit, making it hard like a pebble. A well-washed pebble, so smooth and glossy.
Emma moans with enjoyment, feeling her vagina begin to contrast against Donald’s fingers, and her pussy pressing closer to him to feel his thumb as it moves faster over her clit and his fingers press harder over and over against her special spot.
She swings her arms around Donald’s neck to keep from falling over from such wonderous feelings ripping through her body. She feels herself climbing higher and higher to that magical peak, where once there, she cries out and succumbs to the relief crashing over her.
Her vag holds Donald’s fingers in a vise-like grip for almost two minutes before she can relax and allow him to withdraw. Both now so satisfied for the beginning of the day, Donald washes her pussy once again to clean up the spills.
They are soon dressed, and now very hungry for some breakfast. They are dressed for church as Donald knows Dorothy and Maude will be expecting them to attend with them. And for that matter, Emma will want to go.
Over breakfast, Emma is a little sheepish about last night, but Maude greeting her with a hug and kiss on the cheek asks how she is this morning, which makes all that happened last night alright.
They all climb in the Navigator to head to church. There they sit side by side in the pew. Dorothy and Maude hold hands between them; Donald’s arm is over Emma’s shoulder protectively. It is a nice service, and when they leave, seeing how beautiful it is out, Dorothy suggests that they visit the old lighthouse on the coast not that far away.
All agree that would be fun to do, so Donald heads in that direction.
The lighthouse points out to the Atlantic Ocean and has been around for over two hundred years. You have to walk up a path for a good while to get to it, but the view of the ocean and fauna around is well worth the trek.
When they reached the lighthouse and attached cottage, a couple comes out to greet them.
“How nice of you to stop by. It seems like with the holiday weekend everyone is occupied elsewhere. How are you, Dorothy and Maude?” the woman says.
Dorothy replies, “I am so glad it is you volunteering this weekend though am sorry you have it so quiet. This is my nephew Donald; you do remember him don’t you? And this is Emma.”
Introducing Emma, Dorothy beams.
The couple chatter hello to both and comment on remembering Donald when he was younger. A lot of small talk goes back and forth for a while. Then the woman brings out lemonade and cookies for them all to nibble on at the picnic table as they chat.
After a while, Dorothy asks if it would be alright for Donald to show Emma up to the top of the lighthouse as she has never seen one before. The couple encourages them to go on up.
“Us ‘old folks’ will just enjoy catching up on things while you do. Take as long as you like. The view out over the ocean is very arousing to see,” the man says, with a twinkle in his eyes.
Emma blushes slightly at the comment as Donald takes her hand to help her from the table and walk towards the door to the lighthouse.
She wonders, it is daylight now, will the light be on beaming out to sea, or is it only turned on at night? She shyly asks Donald, and he explains that they are kept on twenty-four hours a day, but while from sea boats can see the beacon, here it will not be as apparent.
As they enter the lighthouse, Donald has her go first up the winding metal staircase to the top. She knows he is right behind her and does feel his hand on her ass cheek, guiding her up. At times he is so close she can feel his warm breath on the back of her neck.
Yes, she can see how the man has said the lighthouse could be arousing.
It is a winding staircase, with every one-hundred-feet or so and a small platform before making the next turn. At the second of the landings, Emma feels Donald’s hand raise to her side and stop her from continuing. She does.
Standing there, with her back to Donald, Emma feels him first lift her dress up and tuck it into the top of her panties. Her ass is now revealed. Then he pulls the sides of her panties to her crack to be held there, making both orbs of her ass on full display for his enjoyment. This does excite Emma.
Donald seeing her beautiful tanned cheeks in front of him, is enthralled. He would have enjoyed seeing just a hint of pinkness from last night’s spanking, but he knows it fades fast. But her lovely ass on display for him is more than enough.
He leans and kisses all over both cheeks for a minute. Then slapping Emma’s ass just a bit, he tells her to keep going up to the top.