I had decided to go back home and visit and my aunt and uncle had offered me to stay with them as they have the extra space. I wasnt sure what to expe...t since it had been so long, wasnt sure if she would remember or mention the events that happened when we were younger. Becky was the first tits i had seen and touched and she was the first pussy i had seen and touched. Im almost certain that i was the first penis that she had seen too. As k**s we would get together after school and watch porn. All I could see was her face, but it was obvious that she was slim. She looked just like Kate Beckinsale, with maybe a little Alyssa Milano mixed in, mainly in the fullness of her mouth.She was just gorgeous. I mean heartbreakingly beautiful. I could barely take my eyes off her, especially once she slipped off her cold-weather gear.Yep, I was a goner. Hidden beneath her knee-length Bears coat was sheer perfection. She was wearing heels and jeans; old, beat up, threadbare jeans. They fit her. Micky munching at the Sunday roast, Nan nibbling at the meal, perhaps with pre-match nerves, glad of the relief of the arrival, her waiting now over she left the meal, saying she would have something later, that there was apple pie in the oven, and not for Micky eat it all or to forget the washing up… he wished her good luck, shaking his head as and not enjoying goodbyes she left hurriedly having kissed him passionately, it was not a time for speeches. The car covered the distance to the yard. It was an often held conversation I had in my head, women aren’t supposed to be horny after they are “mature”. I, like many I think, have a certain order to my shower. I picked up the scrunchy body rub and choosing what scent to use today squeezed the milky white liquid into the netting. “Looks like come” passed fleetingly through my head as I began to trace the slightly scratchy bundle over my body. Even though I was now warm my areola had not returned to their normal slightly puffy self, but.