After the success of her first book, I had suggested converting an unused garage apartment into a writing room. The "English cottage" writing garden w...s added after book number six. And the whole thing enclosed and carefully shielded from the outside world after number eleven. About the only way I'm allowed inside anymore is if I bring her something chocolate.I closed the gate behind me and walked along the gravel path (Jan's Early Warning Approach System). Everything seemed as it should. I. Christie tantalizingly spreads her legs at least another two inches wider. “See anything that might catch your interest?” Placing his hand between her thighs and moving it up under her skirt, “Um, it's not really in view just yet, so I guess I'll have to employ that course I took in college; 'Anatomy by Braille.'” His fingers come in contact with the lips of her moist cunt; oh so wet and soft and so warm. She spread her legs wider and he sinks two fingers into her steamy center. Thoroughly. I was shocked to the core. My erection was poking out of my briefs as I stood before the mother of the young lady who's virginity I had just taken, who was standing before me, wearing the sexiest underwear and was brazenly coming on to me."I saw you making her a woman and you were very considerate. It reminded me of how I lost mine with a guy much older than me!" She smiled with a nostalgic twinkle in her eye.Dawn moved a step closer to me as I slid my hand inside her robe. Her warm soft flesh. Idly, she fiddled with her tight red crop top. Steve's birthday was coming up; maybe his parents were planning a big surprise? Maybe -- maybe sending both of them on a trip? Tahiti, perhaps? She really loved Tahiti.Mr. Oldham looked at her for a second, then looked away. "It's about -- well, this is a little awkward."He turned back to her. "Steve must never know about this."Paula nodded. "I promise." Or Paris, she thought."Yes. Well. Last weekend, when you two were over at our place -- er,.