You new around town?” “Yes”, she said copying the information on his fishing license. “I just started. I’m a junior at the teachers college....My friend and I are staying with my aunt. I love the lake and the city’s so hot in the summer.” “So you’re from Cleveland?” “No, Pittsburgh. North Hills actually. This right? You were born in nineteen-thirty-eight? You don’t look twenty.” “Everyone says that, look younger for my age. Sometimes it’s hard, especially when getting served at the dance hall.. ”“Sounds good,” agreed Doug reminding himself that had not done a thorough review in nearly six weeks.“Awesome! Let’s do it after we put Marc and Kylah to bed tonight.”“Work for me.”Alia was obsessed with their finances. She had grown up in a loving working class home on the southside of Chicago. Her mom was a school cafeteria worker making a little more than $25K per year. Her father was employed as a flooring installing pulling a salary in the low 40s most years, adjusted for inflation. Alia. She had that Chola style makeup like most Surenas wore in the 90's painted on eyebrows blue eye shadow and blue lip stick with a black outline with a fake mole. We walked and talked.The more I looked at her, the harder my dick became. I needed to close the deal ASAP. I took her to the spot we use to play Army in just a few years before that I knew we could make love undisturbed. We stripped naked, laid out our clothes on the grass for a bed. The wind whipped across our bodies, we both had goose. I knew that my short-cropped pubic hair revealed my pussy lips and clit to him, and he was looking right at them. His gaze lingered for what seemed like an eternity, and my cunt was aflame. "Get in," he ordered, softly patting the surface of the water in front of him, and bringing his knees up. As I raised my arms to secure my long hair up on top of my head with the brooch that had been holding my tunic, I saw his gaze rise to take in my firm, high breasts, and made a point of pushing them.