After all, you are 18 and not a little girl anymore.’ At the sound of my ‘title’ I turned around and lay back against his chest with his arms a...out me. ‘Oh Corey, you are so, so wonderful. I hope you are right.’ I lay quietly as he continued to explore my body with his fingers. The beast rose behind me and nuzzled my butt. ‘Corey, I must go or we will have sex and I need to think.’ I rose and dressed, kissed him fondly and went back to Kaitlyn’s room. ‘Good-bye for now, princess,’ he said.. Directly opposite and next to the towpath was a small stand that sold coffee and sandwiches and had a few benches around which got fairly busy during the day picking up passing trade and seemed popular with both walkers and cyclists.On the Sunday morning i was up early and suggested we went across for coffee and breakfast but Mrs O wasn't quite ready and asked if she could follow on behind so i agreed to go on ahead and get the coffee and wait for her there.I made my way along the canal and. Finally the night came, my hair was fully back to its obscene glory. My son was complimenting my pictures, saying how good it looked being hairy "down there" and his language had improved tremendously as well. I put a fresh coating of paste wax on the bathroom mirror and finally "forgot" to close the bathroom door.My son must have been checking the bathroom door religiously since my first escapade. The moment the shower door slid closed I saw the bathroom door open just a bit. I knew my son. ‘She didn’t draw her swords for or against you?’ ‘No, but how did you know about the swords?’ His wife looked at him stony-faced. ‘Promise me you won’t move a muscle for the the next hour,’ she whispered. ‘Sure, of course, ‘ he said in confusion. She grimaced as she rolled up her sleeves. ‘Do you remember these freckles?’ He nodded, thinking of their early romance. He used to call her ‘My little druggie,’ which caused her to throw pillows and sometimes even paperback books dangerously close to.