.. that stuff turns to powder.”“Perhaps I could come out, scout the path and see.”“Come out and look, I’ll stay home tomorrow.”In the morn...ng, I was just pouring the coffee ... two cups.A white Dodge pickup with Taylor Sand and Gravel and a phone number lettered on the door negotiated the pit called driveway.Knock Knock“Mr. Taylor?”“Yes, Ma’am.”“Won’t you come in ... I just poured coffee.” I stuck out my hand, “Karen Post.”He shook, took off his hat and slapped dust from his jeans.He came in. . .or could she?As I began to get lost in my thoughts of, what if. . .she then lifted up her hips, while laying her tiny hand over mine, and with a small gesture pushed my fingers past the rolled-up waistband of her shorts. At this point, all time became surreal and I knew I was entering the point of no return, as nothing could have kept me from slipping my hand down the rest of the way between her young smooth legs, and when her thighs opened slightly, I was pressing my fingertip of my index. I needed it. At this point, I was more than brazen enough to try, and I had aspirational delusions to make this the best damn porn film I could make.I didn't even bother asking my little amateur actress. Rather than take her to the lavish bed she so adored, I picked her up from the dresser and dragged her down to the floor. I configured her so that she was on all fours, her face pushed flat down into the ground so that her sticky semen lathered skin bonded to the rug like super glue, her ass. It’s good.”I nodded and we went inside the classroom. We turned in our written work and sat through the class which was fairly enjoyable. When the class ended, everyone left but us. There wasn’t a class in this room until after lunch. Agnes was holding my hand.“Eric, my personal Viking, I want you to be honest with me. I love you and I want you happy with me. Last night, we did things I’ve never done before. I enjoyed every minute. I suspect that you have more experience sexually than that. I.