Michael was in awe of this beautiful bundle of energy that was his daughter. ‘Mommy, can we go to the zoo on the weekend?’ ‘This weekend, sweet...e and yes we can go.’ ‘Can my daddy come with us?’ Isla gave Michael a look. The look told him to say he was busy, but the worst side of Michael decided not to let her off the hook so quickly. ‘What time should I pick you up on Saturday?’ The look Isla shot in his direction was exactly what he knew it would be. He would teach her, he thought to. Doris struck a pose, hands on her naked hips, waiting for Michael to react to the front view. All that she heard was another deep gasp followed by a long silence."Well?" said Doris."Gosh, what can I say... you are soooo beautiful," croaked Hammer.Hammer actually was almost speechless. He couldn't take his eyes off of Doris' auburn-haired slit. Jerome had described it precisely. Through her patch, one could easily see her crumpled, protruding inner pussy lips protruding proudly from inside her. We were not as vocal fuckers as when we did it in her or my apartment, however. We both had apartments since we were upperclassman. She shared a small 2 bedroom with Karen. Karen's physical appearance was very different than Mary. Mary had porcelain skin, red hair, and thin wispy pubic hair, which she often shaved. Mary was tall, athletic, trim, with small breasts, and pink nipples that got incredibly hard and stuck out big-time during sex. Now living in such small quarters, with one bathroom,. He finally ‘won’, sort of. Bama and I moved on, eventually into professional careers. And decades later, that old guy was still singing Calypso on the same corner for a few bucks a day. Be careful what you fight for, you might get it. Sex was rather sporadic at times. 1090 Page Street was no longer a free-fuck zone. I intermittently nailed MariLyn, or a cartoonist’s girlfriend, or some of the old doper/wino gals I had known before, but I had nothing regular or even stupendously exciting,.