It's early in the afternoon, the scorching sun seems almost able to pierce through our decades old leaky roof above the porch. The porch opens to a f...nce-less backyard, with its long, burned golden grasses, that it's not hard for one to figure the house owner doesn't care too much for it. I shouldn't say it's fence-less. There was a fence, at least according to my childhood memory, and I can still spot the remains of it if I'm forced to find it. What had happened to the fence I could not. Deftly she removes my knickers and as she brings her right leg over my body I glimpse her cunt. Its shaven and looks so soft and edible. She sits on top of me, and I can feel the heat and the wetness of her slide over me. My eyes drink her in. Again I reach up and begin to play with her breasts. I can’t believe how soft they are. Tentatively exploring them, I roll the nipple around between my thumb and forefinger. I feel the rush of excitement sweep over me at the reaction this gets. Her whole. The top two buttons are unbuttoned and I could see the dark tan the valley between her titties. Man she sure looks good.“I have my drivers’ license - but I’ve never driven a floor shift before.”“I’ll teach you, if you want to learn to drive mine.”“Really? You’ll teach me to drive a floor shift and let me drive?”“Sure I will, just let me know when you’re ready.”“Thanks Joe, you’re so thoughtful and so handsome. Martha thinks you’re a real gentleman, too.”“I try to be, and with Allie and her. The furniture. The space. Jane lived in a small house barely over 1,000 square feet. Clean clothes stayed on the couch for days. Mail accumulated on the dining room table, which was now in the living room. She was ashamed of her house, but reminded herself at least she had a house. She was more concerned with the fact that Phil, who had never touched her before, now had her hand. And she was a jangle of nerves. They had started in the basement, worked their way through the first floor, and the.