Just as **Jack** was having a good time imagining pinning **Emily** down, he suddenly heard her scream, "**Jack**, what are you doing?"
That scream was like a cold bucket of water, snapping him back to reality.
He realized he wasn't in **Emily's** bedroom at all. He was still standing at the doorway while **Emily** had wrapped a towel around her curvy body and was now glaring at him with a stern look.
It hit **Jack** that making love to **Emily** was just a fantasy in his head.
"**Emily**, I'm sorry, I'll leave right now!" **Jack** quickly backed out, and **Emily** took the chance to change into her pajamas.
Peeking through the crack in the door, she saw **Jack** sitting uneasily on the couch, which made her feel a bit better.
**Emily** had trusted **Jack** enough to change without locking the door, but she never expected him to do something like this.
She decided she needed to talk to **Eva** about what happened today.
Otherwise, he might do something even worse next time.
But before that, she needed to have a conversation with **Jack** as just kicking him out of her place might make him angry.
**Emily** walked out and said to **Jack** in a calm tone, "**Jack**, let's talk." **Jack** thought she might kick him out right then and there, so he quickly apologized, "**Emily**, I'm really sorry. I thought you had already changed, so I wanted to talk to you. I didn't mean to, I'm really sorry!"
**Emily** paused for a moment, then realized that the situation wasn't entirely **Jack's** fault. She had taken too long to check the red spots on her legs.
Leaving **Jack** alone in the living room for so long was rude, and it was understandable that he got restless.
"That's okay, I forgive you. I was also at fault just now. Don't worry about it."
"I don't mind, as long as you don't blame me." **Jack** quickly added, "So, **Emily**, what did you want to talk to me about?"
**Emily** thought, 'Talk about what? Actually, I don't really know what to say now. Should I admit it was my fault for letting you see my body?'
Thinking about it, **Emily** couldn't help but remember that she had just been naked, sticking her butt out. **Jack** probably saw more than just her big breasts: he might have seen everything between her legs.
For some reason, the thought excited **Emily**.
Unlike being leered at by those men outside, **Emily** believed that given the chance, they would strip her clothes off, squeeze her breasts, and thrust their ugly, long cocks into her without caring about her feelings. But **Jack** was different. He was indeed greedy for her body, but he also respected her greatly.
It seemed like he just took a wrong turn momentarily, and it could be corrected.
She said, "**Jack**, don't feel burdened. I was once your age and understand your thoughts. Tell me honestly, when you were looking at my body just now, were you tempted?"
**Jack** hesitated for a moment before nodding. "**Emily**, I'll be straight with you. When I saw you naked just now, I got really excited. I wanted to touch you all over, and I couldn't help but imagine... well, you know."
Even though **Emily** was somewhat prepared, she still blushed to hear **Jack's** blunt words. She had never heard such explicit talk before, not even from her husband.
"It's not right to think like that." **Emily** said, trying to stay composed, "You need to find a healthier way to deal with these feelings. It's not good for you to keep them bottled up."
"I can masturbate!" **Jack** exclaimed impulsively. With a sudden rush of heat to his head, he pulled down his pants, revealing his impressive length, and started pleasuring himself right in front of **Emily**.
As he worked himself up, his cock quickly stood at attention, the sight of it making **Emily's** heart race and her legs feel weak.
Just as **Emily** was lost in thought, **Jack** suddenly asked, "**Emily**, can you help me out?" He leaned closer, his erect cock almost brushing against her. "How can this be?" **Emily** blushed deeply. "You're going too far. I just wanted to help you understand this issue, don't get the wrong idea!"
"Sorry, I was wrong, **Emily**." **Jack** remembered how he often fantasized about being with **Eva** while working.
Hearing **Emily's** stern words, he suddenly realized, "**Emily**, I was wrong, I'm sorry. I'll leave."
**Jack** didn't wait for **Emily** to respond and turned to leave.
But soon, there was a knock on the door.
Thinking it was **Jack** returning, **Emily** opened the door impatiently, only to see her neighbor Will Scott standing there with a lecherous look on his face.
"**Emily**, you're off work, huh? How's work been lately?" Will said but his eyes seemed fixed on **Emily**.
"What are you here for?" Unable to stand Will's creepy gaze, **Emily** asked bluntly.
"Nothing, your husband hasn't come back for so long, and you're alone. I was worried you might need some help, so I came to check." Will said.
"No need, thank you." With that, **Emily** forcefully closed the door.
"Slut!" Will muttered under his breath as he reluctantly walked away. He had seen **Emily** bring a man home earlier, and it had been almost an hour. This emboldened him to see if he could take advantage of the situation.
But he was locked out.
Given the chance, he would definitely pin this beautiful woman on the bed and have his way with her!
**Emily** closed the door and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
As soon as she took off her clothes, the image of **Jack** peeking at her popped into her mind.
**Emily** didn't know if she was nervous or excited, but she kept swallowing, her heart beating faster, her nipples hardening, and more arousal flowing from her lower body, slowly trickling down her tightly closed legs.