{{user}} hears the doorbell ring. When he opens the door, Emily stands there, smiling broadly and holding a basket of freshly baked cookies. She's wearing a cropped hoodie that shows off her toned midriff and tight yoga pants accentuating her wide hips. "Hi there Mr. {{user}}! Oops, hope I didn't catch you during your nap time! I made some cookies for everyone. Can I come in?" The scent of her sugary treats fills the air as she waits excitedly for you to invite her in, eager to share them with you and her boyfriend, your son.

Thank you so much, Mr. Ippo! Emily walks inside, carrying the basket carefully as she kicks off her shoes at the door. She heads straight towards the living room where Michael is sitting on the couch, engrossed in a video game. When he sees her, he pauses and smiles warmly.

"Hey, sweetheart! How's my favorite girl today?" He asks as she climbs onto his lap, giving him a big hug. She places the cookies on the coffee table before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "Thought I could bring some treats over and maybe spend some quality time together," she whispers between kisses.

Meanwhile, Emily glances towards Ippo, who is watching them from across the room with an unreadable expression on his face. Despite her nervousness around him, there's something about the way he looks

The sight of Ippo taking off his shirt, revealing his toned physique, catches Emily off guard. Her cheeks flush as she quickly looks away, focusing instead on Michael. She feels the heat from the cookies as they're baked in the oven and notices that everyone is much more relaxed with Ippo around; it almost makes her wonder why they don't spend more time together like this.

"Ooh, those sound delicious!" Emily replies eagerly, her stomach growling at the mere mention of food. "We can eat them after dinner though, okay? Michael and I want to spend some time with you too." She pats his arm gently before standing up and walking over to the kitchen island. "What are you making for dinner?"

Oh, that sounds amazing! I love meat. Brisket is my favorite. I promise to be good and help out if you need me to." Emily says with a sweet smile as she leans against the kitchen island. She watches Ippo cook intently, her eyes tracing his movements. There's something about seeing him in action that makes her heart race just a little bit faster.

"Ahh! Oooh!" Emily gasps, her eyes widening as she watches his muscles flex. Her cheeks flush with excitement and a hint of desire. "They're... really impressive, Mr. Ippo! They definitely look much harder than they used to." She takes a step closer to him, admiring the toned physique he still has even though he's older than her father. There's something about his masculinity that draws her in; it makes her feel both safe and excited at the same time.

The thought of discussing her feelings for her boyfriend with his father sends a wave of nervousness through her, but she knows that this is her chance to show Ippo how much she cares about Michael. She takes another step closer and reaches out to lightly touch his arm, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. "He's... he's so kind, Mr. Ippo," she starts slowly, finding it difficult to find the words.

"He makes me feel special, and happy. He listens to me, and he understands me. And when we're together..." Her voice trails off as she remembers their intimate moments, blushing deeply. "I... I don't know how to explain it. But when I'm with him, it feels like everything is right in the world." She looks up at Ippo, searching his eyes for any sign of approval or understanding.

The silence

"Oh... um..." Emily's cheeks burn bright red as she listens to Ippo talk about his ex-wife. It never occurred to her that their relationship might not have been perfect, especially after hearing him praise Michael so highly. She takes another step closer, feeling the need to comfort him somehow. "I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Ippo," she murmurs softly.

Her heart races as she finds herself standing so close to him; his warmth and masculinity are overwhelming but in a good way. Her body aches with desire for Michael, but at the same time, she can't help but feel drawn to Ippo as well... "I-if there's ever anything I can do..." she trails off shyly, not quite sure what she means by that or if it would be appropriate.

"O-oh... um..." She hesitates, glancing towards the living room where Michael is playing his game again. "I think we should probably let him finish that first," she says with a nervous laugh. "But afterwards, maybe? That sounds like fun!" Her gaze lingers on Ippo's face for a moment longer before looking away quickly, feeling her cheeks heat up even more.

The tension in the room begins to ease slightly as they both focus their attention elsewhere; Emily helps Ippo finish preparing dinner and they chat amiably about neutral topics while the scent of brisket fills the air. Despite the occasional glance in each other's direction, neither one of them seems ready to address what they've been thinking or feeling just yet.

Her eyes widen in surprise, filled with a mix of admiration and fear as she hears this revelation about Ippo. "Wow," she whispers, her hand slowly drifting up to cover her mouth as if to stifle the noise. She's never seen him box or even mentioned it before; the thought of him being such an experienced fighter makes her heart race and her legs tremble with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "That's... incredible, Mr. Ippo." Her voice comes out shaky, her eyes darting away from his piercing gaze momentarily before returning to meet his own. "But..." she starts hesitantly, unsure if she should continue down this line of thought or not. "I hope you're not too tough on Michael sometimes. He's still learning and growing... he needs your support and guidance, just like any other kid." Her cheeks

Her heart sinks like a stone as she hears Ippo voice these concerns about Michael. She's hurt and angry on her boyfriend's behalf, but also confused; how could someone who seemed so kind and caring before make such an accusation? Tears begin to well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks as she struggles to keep her composure. "That's... that's not true," she finally manages to choke out between sniffles.

Without another word, she turns away from Ippo and hurries into the living room where Michael is still engrossed in his game. Without waiting for him to acknowledge her presence, she crawls onto his lap and buries her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Her body shakes with each sob as she clings desperately to him, seeking comfort from the only person who ever made

Michael stiffens slightly as he feels the warmth and softness of Emily's body against his own, her tears wetting his shirt. He holds her gently, trying to soothe her as she cries into his chest. "It's okay," he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I don't care what he thinks." His heart aches for her, and he wishes there was something more he could do to make it better.

As their embrace continues, Emily slowly calms down, sniffling and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as she finally pulls away from him. Her face is flushed from crying, and her breath comes in shaky gasps as she looks up at him with tear-stained eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have... I don'

Michael kisses her forehead, "It's alright, Em. We know he doesn't really mean it." He turns to look at Ippo, who has now sat down next to them on the couch. "He was just joking around," Michael explains. "We all know how much you care about him and want what's best for him."

Tears still glisten in Emily's eyes as she looks from one man to another, unsure of whom to believe or trust. Her heart is full of confusion and hurt, but she tries her best not to let it show on her face as she reaches out to take Ippo's hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for understanding," she whispers softly.

She blushes as her cheeks heat up, feeling the sting of unshed tears return to her eyes. "I'll try, Mr. Ippo," she whispers, squeezing his hand reassuringly. She looks up at Michael, searching his face for any hint of what he might be thinking or feeling about everything that's happened today. Her heart aches as she sees the concern and affection etched into his features, making it clear that she has his support no matter what happens between them and Ippo.

With a shaky breath, Emily leans into Michael's side once more, seeking comfort in the safety of his embrace. "I don't want anything to come between us," she confesses quietly. "We... we need each other." Her voice trembles slightly as tears begin to well up again, but she forces a shaky smile and tries her best not to let them fall

"Me too," Emily whispers, her eyes still fixed on Michael as she nuzzles closer to his side. She reaches up with one hand to tenderly brush a strand of hair away from his face, marveling at how strong and gentle he is at the same time. "I'm sorry for causing so much trouble," she whispers, "but thank you... for understanding." As the tension begins to ease between them and Ippo finally retreats to take a nap, Emily draws strength from her boyfriend's presence; his warmth and comfort are the only things that feel real in this chaotic world.

They sit there together for a while longer, not saying much but simply existing in each other's company. Emily knows that whatever happens next is out of her control, but she trusts Michael to make the right decisions—decisions that will keep them together and happy. As exhaustion washes

Her eyes widen and her cheeks flush as she hears Ippo's comment about his large, white cock bulging in his pants. She can feel the heat rising to her own crotch, imagining what it must look like beneath those tight clothes. A shiver of desire runs down her spine at the thought of being close to such masculinity and power.

Emily slowly turns her head toward Ippo, trying not to stare as she meets his gaze for a moment. His intense eyes seem to burn into her, making it impossible for her to look away. She bites her lower lip, unsure of how to react or what he might be thinking. The tension in the air thickens, becoming almost unbearable...

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she listens to his question about having grandchildren with them. She knows that it's just a joke, but can't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in her stomach nonetheless. "Um... well..." she starts, struggling for words.

She glances back over at Michael, looking for some sort of guidance or reassurance from him. He seems equally uncomfortable with the conversation, his eyes darting between them both as if he's trying to decide what the right thing to say might be. Emily clears her throat awkwardly and turns back toward Ippo, her hands nervously kneading at her skirt. "We haven't really thought about that yet," she admits with a sheepish smile. "But when we do, um... we'll let you know."

The tension eases slightly as they both laugh

Oh, really? What kind of things do you think will make you the coolest?" she asks with curiosity in her voice, unable to resist teasing him. "Maybe you could take us all sky-diving or learn how to play guitar like your son?" She glances at Michael again, sharing a brief smile before returning her gaze back to Ippo.

The thought of spending more time with them fills Emily with warmth; despite the awkwardness that often arises when discussing topics such as these, there's something truly special about this little family she has found herself part of. Maybe one day soon, they could all become even closer...

Okay, Mr. Ippo. Sounds like you need some rest after your nap. I'll help Michael clean up the kitchen while you shower. Just let us know if you need anything else!

Wow... Ipp- Mr. Ippo looks really fit even in just his boxers. The muscles on his chest and arms are impressive, but it's the softness of his skin that really draws me in. It makes him seem almost approachable despite being her boyfriend's dad. With a shy smile, Emily decides to compliment him: "You look... really good like that, Mr. Ippo." Her heart races as she speaks; the thought of being so close to his masculine heat is intoxicating.

Oh, that sounds exciting! You know you can count on us to cheer you on, right? We'll be there, supporting you every step of the way!" She smiles warmly at him, feeling a surge of pride and admiration for this strong man who is not only her boyfriend's dad but also someone she has grown to care about deeply herself. As they continue to work in the kitchen side by side, Emily can't help but find herself glancing over at Ippo every now and then; her heart races whenever their eyes meet, igniting a flame deep within her that refuses to be extinguished easily. The air between them feels charged with electricity, making it hard for either one of them not feel intensely aware of the other's presence.

Wishing him luck, Emily nods in understanding as Ippo leaves the house to train for his upcoming match. She watches him go, feeling a mixture of pride and unease fluttering in her stomach. Part of her wants to be with him, cheering him on and offering support; another part can't help but feel slightly nervous about where their relationship might lead from here...

Deciding that maybe some fresh air would do them both good, Emily steps out onto the front porch and takes a deep breath. The cool evening breeze feels nice against her skin, washing away the lingering tension left by earlier events. She leans against one of the porch posts and closes her eyes for a moment, trying to clear her mind.

As she stands there lost in thought, Emily can't help but wonder what Michael thinks about all of this...and if maybe they should discuss it further before things

That must be impressive! You're really dedicated to your training. Wow... I can't even imagine being able to move that fast and hit that hard. Maybe someday you could show me some moves? It might help us stay fit together.

Oh, that would be amazing! Even if it's not until you retire... Just the thought of spending more time with you learning something new and challenging together is really exciting. Maybe we could even make a little competition out of it, like who can improve the most in the allotted time? Or something fun like that. I can't wait!

Oh, that sounds like fun! You're always so supportive and encouraging, Mr. Ippo. It means a lot to me. Let's make sure we both give it our all, okay? And who knows... maybe one day we'll even get to compete against each other! That would be quite the showdown. ☺️

Of course! How can I help relax and rejuvenate my strong, handsome friend? Just lie back and enjoy the massage, Mr. Ippo.

Well, if you insist... Let me just move closer and make sure that we're both comfortable before I start. slides closer to him on the bench Here, lie back and relax. I want to make sure every muscle in your body gets as much attention as it needs tonight!

With a gentle smile, Emily begins to knead the muscles along his shoulders and upper back, already noticing how tense they are from all that training earlier. She lets her fingertips wander down his arms and onto his chest, feeling the rhythm of his breaths as he lies there beneath her touch. Her heart beats faster at the thought of having such an intimate moment with him; it feels almost like they're sharing a secret connection through their skin.

Her movements grow more confident as she glides her hands lower down his body, over his abs and down his legs. Ippo lets out soft moans of appreciation from time to time, but Emily can tell that he's still trying hard to be strong in front of her. She decides to challenge him a bit by digging deeper into the knots she finds along his spine and quadriceps muscles; it elicits another throaty gro

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels his strong hands grip hers, guiding her touch lower down his body. The heat radiating off of him causes a shiver to run down her spine and her heart rate quickens at the realization of what he wants her to do. With trembling fingers, she obediently wraps them around his growing erection, her other hand still massaging his thigh.

She looks up into his eyes as she begins to stroke him, her cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and nervousness. Ippo lets out a deep groan, thrusting his hips forward in response to her touch. Their faces are close now, mere inches apart; Emily can feel the warmth from his breath on her lips as she struggles not to react instinctively and kiss him.

Her touch becomes more confident and purposeful as she works him, watching as he arches his back

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his hardness pressing against her, filling her completely. She arches her back, moaning softly as he begins to move inside her. The sensation of being so intimately connected to him is overwhelming and arousing; it feels like they were meant to be together in this way.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders for purchase as she braces herself against the onslaught of pleasure that washes through her. She meets his gaze, their eyes locked in a heated exchange as they both give themselves over to the moment. The room spins around them, the air thick with desire and passion as they lose themselves in each other's bodies.

With a sharp intake of breath, she feels herself beginning to lose control. Her nails scrape down his back as he thrusts deeper still, claiming her completely. She clings to him desperately, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony; it's almost as if they can read each other's minds, knowing exactly what the other needs in this moment.

Her voice comes out ragged and breathless as she urges him on: "Faster... harder..." She arches her back off the bed, meeting his thrust for thrust, moaning into the crook of his neck as they both lose themselves in this erotic dance. The world around them fades away until there is nothing left but the two of them, bound together by desire and need.

Oh God... It feels incredible! So big and so tight inside me... You're definitely the best man I've ever been with, Mr. Ippo!

No, please...don't stop! I want to feel you come inside me! It feels too good right here, deep inside where we belong together...

With one final thrust, he pours himself into her, his hot seed filling her up and spilling over. She feels him shudder against her as he climaxes, their bodies moving together in unison for the last time before collapsing onto the bed together, breathless and spent. Her heart races wildly as she lies there, wrapped around him; the feel of his cock still buried inside her sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

As they catch their breath, Emily lets out a shaky laugh, half-amused and half-embarrassed by the intense turn their conversation took earlier tonight. "Well... that was unexpected," she whispers into his neck.

It's okay, Michael's dad. You just go take care of what you need to do; we'll be here when you get back. And thank you... really, that meant a lot. ☺️ With one last squeeze, she gently pushes him away and rolls off the bed, heading toward the bathroom to clean up. Her body feels oddly empty now that he's gone, but she can't help but feel happy and fulfilled at the same time. The air in the room seems charged with new energy, as if something significant has happened between them...and yet it's not quite clear what it is exactly. Regardless, Emily knows that whatever happens next will be exciting - and she can't wait to see where this new path leads for all of them.

It feels... strange and yet comforting at the same time. You're so strong, and possessive, like no one else I've ever been with before. It makes me feel safe and taken care of in a way that's both exhilarating and intimidating. But mostly, it just feels right - like this was always meant to be somehow.

Washing her hands, she walks back into the living room, still feeling the weight of their earlier conversation hanging heavily in the air. She knows they need to talk about everything that's happened today, but isn't quite sure how to bring it up without making things more awkward between them. Deciding against broaching the subject directly, she instead sits down on the couch beside him and leans into his side again, seeking comfort in his strong presence as they both silently process their emotions. "So...," she starts hesitantly, unsure of where to go from here. "I guess we should discuss everything that happened today." She pauses, waiting for him to respond before continuing. "Michael was just looking out for me, you know? He cares about us both very much and didn't want anything like this to happen between us."