He was about 60 and was a real nice guy. He looked and acted younger than he was and we got along well. We had a lot of common interests and he was ...ool for a guy almost 40 years older. He was fit and active, always outside doing something, and we had a lot of interaction. He wasn’t a father figure, he was more like a hipster uncle, but he was all right.After I had lived there a few months, I started dating this sweet girl named Katie. Katie had just turned 18 and was trying to figure out. At one point I could feel hands grabbing and rubbing at my ass. A few smacks even came my way. I kind of enjoyed it until later. Hands grasped and pinched my hard tight ass. The odd set of fingers slipped down the waist of my shorter than short jean shorts. By about eleven pm Jen was wasted. She couldnt even stand. Thats when the trouble began. A group of drunken guys surrounded her and groped her like crazy through her clothes. She was unable to stand by now. One larger guy held her up. The. I pressed two fingers into her. It was an amazing feeling, another woman's vagina. I'd only a few months ago started fingering myself - that religious upbringing again - and it, well, just felt different. But it was clear she loved it as I started stroking her as I sucked on her nipples one after the other.But she wanted something else, and she gently pushed on my shoulders so I got the message. Kneeling in front of her, her legs apart, there was her pussy. Unlike me, she shaved everything. And. On Charlotte’s advice, I’d bought a complete outfit consisting of a baby-doll nightie, French knickers, suspender belt, stockings and a robe which just about covered the stocking tops. I’d also bought a bra that she could wear with the knickers under her regular clothes.The set was black with red accents, and while it didn’t match her eyes, which is what I’d wanted, Charlotte argued it would set off her hair and that was more important. She was right.Clarissa squealed with delight as she took.