Emm (Emma)

It's the Summer of 1926. A wedding is being planned in great detail.

Emm

The morning post arrived shortly after break -fast and I went to my study to gain some peace from the bustling servants and sat down to plough through it.

A letter with particularly neat handwriting took my attention, Emm, my son Tom's fiancee had written, how peculiar, usually she would telephone.

I eagerly slit open the envelope with my silver letter opener and began to read, "Dear Bunty," she always called me Bunty, Lord Buntingthorpe being a bit of a mouthful, "I am frightfully sorry to say that I have resolved not (underlined) to marry Tom at St Agnes on the 3rd of September 1926 as planned. I much regret the lateness of my change of heart and I do hope we may remain on cordial terms as I much appreciate your help and kindness over the past months."

It hit me like a cricket bat. She was like a daughter to me already,and now she had jilted Tom. Good lord. For myself it was a huge blow, I relied on the girl, from the time my wife Patricia sadly passed away some ten years since I had been lost to female companionship, no one came close to Patty, she was my soul mate, until Emm, the daughter I never had.

I threw down the correspondence and shouted for Carstairs, my Butler, "Have my car brought round I have to go to London," I shouted.

"I am afraid it is Brabbingers day off my Lord," Carstairs explained.

"Well bring it round," I insisted.

"I am afraid I don't drive sir," he replied with a smirk. Damned insolence.

I started the car myself with some difficulty, it's not easy to swing a 3 litre Bentley with the starting handle and the electric starter was useless when the engine was cold.

Soon bycasino I was hurtling up the old Bath Road scattering chickens and cyclists like the chaff from a Threshing machine.

I parked right outside 3 Arlington Mews, Earl Caffeys London residence, not in the Mews, in the street outside, right outside, and I strode briskly up the steps to the portico.

"May I help you sir?" The Earls Butler or footman or some such asked.

"No, I have business with Miss Emily," I explained, "I trust she is home?"

"I shall enquire sir, would you care to wait here?" he asked.

"No I damned well wont, Emm, where the hell are you?" I shouted, "Emily!"

"Please keep your voice down," he requested but I was in no mood to listen, "Emm!"

The Earl himself levered himself fromhis couch and came to greet me,"She's upstairs, Buntingthorpe, "he explained, "Bad business old chap, don't know what's got into her," , "Go on up, Third door on the right, perhaps you can talk some sense into her."

He was a kindly chap, god knows how old he was, Emm was a bit of a post*********** as her mother was well over 40 when she appeared and he must have been nearly 60 even then.

When I burst in Emily was sittng at her dressing table, still wearing her nghtgown a vision of lovliness as the white silken gown shimmered in the late morning sunlight . "Gosh, Bunty!" she gasped.

"What is the meaning of this, what is going on," I demanded as I brandished quite the wrong letter."

"I assume you mean the wedding," she said.

"Yes, the wedding," I demanded, "Every damned detail planned to the n'th degree, Banns called and then with barely a month to go it's all off." I paused, "My god we spent bycasino deneme bonusu hours planning this and now suddenly."

"I don't love Tom, Sorry," she said, "I was carried along, Mother wanted me to be Lady Buntingthorpe, Tom's handsom enough but Bunty, I'll be sixty when you pop your clogs, what is the point of being a Lady when I'm in my dotage?"

"I don't understand," I admittted.

"I won't be Lady Butingthorpe for ages," she said, "It's pointless, and Tom barely notices me."

"Nonsense," I replied.

"Then why have you and I done all the wedding planning and not Tom and I?" she asked.

"He is busy!" I explained.

"So are you but you make time for me," she continued.

"Well it's most upsetting." I explained.

"Have you fallen outof love with Tom?" I queried, "Or is there someone else."

She nodded, "Yes."

"Good god I'll tear him limb from limb, who is it!" I exploded.

"You Bunty, I love you." she explained.

"Oh don't be ridiculous I'm twenty years your senior," I advised, "I'm not your father though I love you like a daughter, I have never ever led you to believe I have any designs on you."

"You don't want to take me in your arms and kiss me then?" she asked, "Or undress me and have your wicked way with me?"

"Emm!" I said indignantly, "I always forced such thoughts to the back of my mind."

"Well don't you stupid man," she sighed, "You haven't fooled me, I see your trousers bulging when I come close, why not nature take it's course?"

"Because I am a Gentleman," I explained.

"And I want a gentle man because love is new to me, I don't want a great brute to tear me in half," she said, "I still bycasino güncel giris have my maidenhead, would you like to see?"

"No" I lied.

"Yes you would," she said as she pulled her nightgown over her head, she turned to face me as she remained sitting on the chair and slipped down her pantaloons and spread her legs wide apart.

She eased her vagina open, "Do you see?" she asked.

I gulped, "Yes."

"Do you like?" she asked

"Er," I replied.

"Do you want to pop it with your big thing?" she asked, "Of course you do, trousers down chop chop."

"Now look Emm," I protested.

"Now you can either drop your trousers and do me or I scream Rape," she explained,"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

"Oh Emm," I replied, "Oh lord forgive me." I undid my belt and slipped my trousers down, "Are you sure?" I asked as I knelt before her, "No going back."

"No going back," she agreed.

"Emm will you marry me?" I asked

"Yes," she said and pulled me towards her. My member gently parted her soft lips and we became one.

"Oh Emm," I sighed.

"Oh Bunty," she replied and she pulled my shirt open so she could feel her soft breasts against my hairy chest.

"Ohhh," she cried and old Caffey opened the door to see what the fuss was about.

"Ah, thought so," he said, "All she bangs on about is Bunty this Bunty that, I thought why the hell not marry him not the sprog, seems Emm's of similar mind, Carry on."

We laughed and continued to enjoy each other until the final moment of no return as my seed flooded her womb.

"Oh gosh, that was unexpected." I ventured.

"Or carefully planned, I knew you wanted me," Emm said, "And you're such a wonderful companion, I'm going to love being Lady Buntingthorpe."

Hook line and sinker,she had me right where she wanted me, but I had her right where I wanted her, impaled on my cock. Who said there are no happy endings.