" Yes sir, back a ways, for twelve years. Wife and child killed in a car accident and fire a few years ago. Hell of a shock." He sniffed and shuddered... "Sometimes it haunts me, gets in my dreams." Yep, never get over a thing like that. How old are you, don't mind me asking?" Be thirty-nine next month, born in 1941, kept my father out of the draft for a good while." Well," he said with a smile, "you are sure old enough to know better. Meg's pretty smart you know, bossy too." Yep, I'm used to. John was dressed in a black polo and dark grey Bermuda shorts."Hi," she greeted. John was never home. He hung out with his friends all the time, to get away from the house. Leslie was the same way . . . Now, he was twenty and had his own home, making ends meet by working in construction."Hey . . ." He swung his door open for her to step inside. Once in, she twirled around to face him and took a deep breath . . . Johnathan Parker eyed Leslie from head to toe.She was so fucking gorgeous. He had. .without saying a word!When she kissed me while she was mounting me, it was a kiss of passion. It was flowing through her. This was not no horny-kiss. She everything into this kiss. She took her time with this one. While she was kissing me with her left hand on my face, she used her right hand to guide my cock into her tight-as-hell pussy. Using my cock, she guided it through moving the underpants out of the way and there it was...that mysterious hole. That little tunnel to heaven-on-earth. I. Sure I felt a little sexual tension between us, and I knew from the way she swung her foot and played with her hair while we talked that she was being flirty and liked my attention, but it was fairly harmless, and it would end there...or so I thought. Lizzy started school that fall and worked a lot less. She still made time to drop by my office several times a week and we still chatted. One night she told me about a frat party she went to and how she had gone down on two different guys she met.