The sight of her hairy bush was more interesting than the game and the absence of a “wee-wee” was extremely puzzling to my mind. In complete innoc...nce I searched with my fingers inside her bush to find the penis and instead discovered a new world. Perhaps my fingers roaming around on her vagina excited her, I don’t know, but she tightened her thighs around my head.I could feel a strong musky smell from that bush – when I close my eyes even now I can distinctly recall that first smell of pussy,. After dinner, I went back outside and sat under the elm tree. I was still pondering what Karen's mom had said to me when I looked up to see who I thought was Karen's father coming up the sidewalk.He smiled and offered his hand. "I'm George Peterson, Karen's father. I think I need to apologize for my wife's behavior this afternoon. From what Karen said, you were just trying to be friendly." Well sir, I wondered what I had done. I had just told her that she would come to like the neighborhood and. After several such weeks, i couldn’t control anymore and decided i wanted to rip those panties and taste her juices.My uncle was a businessman; he travels frequently, and spends only 1 week @ home every month. And their daughter, my cousin was working abroad. Recently my aunt asked me to help her setting up an email account and with some computer stuff. This gave me an opportunity to get closer to her, and we became good friends. Nonetheless, i knew my aunt was very unpredictable and one can. She slapped me on the butt as I handed her a towel. I went inside the house and got my clothes and school stuff. "Why don't we order pizza, June?" Sounds good to me. I might be a bit toasted to cook anything tonight. Yell when you are done with your homework. I'll wait until then to order the pizza when Stacy comes over."I heard most of that as I headed naked upstairs, laughing at her. Forty-five minutes later I came downstairs to see her still in her bikini, drinking some coffee."I'm sorry.