She looked so good with hermessed up hair standing there with her nipples strainingagainst the satin fabric. Just then she looked down andI could tell...that she realized that my cock was hard asa rock. She took one hesitant step towards me then stopped andpulled the kimono closed over those luscious firmnipples. It didn’t help that fabric was so thin thatbetween the cold air and the sexual tension her nippleswere so hard that they were clearly visible through boththe slip and the kimono.. “Did you like? I know I did. You tasted so fresh as you filled my mouth with your young spunk.”I just numbly nodded my head unable to speak.“Have you ever gone down on a girl before?” Jeni asked.Finding my voice, I answered, “Yes, but it wasn’t very good. We quickly just went to having sex.”“Let me teach how to make a woman enjoy it if you will?”What was there to say to that other than yes? I looked at her and shook my head yes. With that, she slid her ass to the edge of the couch.“Kneel down. She stopped and exclaimed "I'm feeling hot", and without another word kicked off her sandals, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, then whipped off her undies and stood there stark naked. She then said "My turn", waited for a count of ten, then still naked, started to chase Michael. As Michael ran around he started to take off his clothes. First his sandals, then his shirt, then his shirt and finally his underpants. Now both totally naked, they kept the chase going for three or. The years ground away. Content, if not happy, she had dwelt alone. Her life became a simple ritual of sameness. The interminable tread of her rocker rungs wore wrinkles in face of her sloping porch. Except for a tiny plot of vegetables, a few chickens, and one cow, the land lay fallow now. She had ceased to fight the river. And it had never again tried to dislodge her. Many an hour she had sat here, her slate colored wooden rocker creaking its voice out to the dingy river, the river answering.