Charity was a widow, and her late husband Rodney couldn't have fixed the screen anyway, but that's neither here nor there. What's important is that Ch...rity was still young and a bombshell. She was also as horny as a three antlered deer.I fixed the screen on her kitchen table, rolling the new spline in with a tool made for that. Charity hung around, dressed in short shorts and a halter top that looked like it was made of three pound material, trying mightily to contain ten pound breasts.Mrs.. But I can't help it. I find my mind wandering at work, thinking of her, wondering what she's doing, wondering if I'll see her when I get home. I race home to see if she's there. When she is, I'm happy.When she's not, it's like someone punched me in the gut.Where did these feeling come from all of a sudden?? I mean, she's just a girl!But ... damn me, I can't help myself.She's gone from someone I saw as a kid sister into ... well, something more. She's turning into a woman, there's no doubt about. "Too much, in fact," I said ruefully.Fred grunted. I took another mouthful of wine. He went back to the albumand turned a few more pages. Some of the pictures now included moreteenage faces."With Richard on our team, as it were, we fitted in better at school, orperhaps it was just that we were all growing up. Whatever the reason, theteasing stopped and the three of us found we had a wider circle offriends. We had regular gatherings at the Manor, often as many as a dozenkids, making use of. .my tongue was working circles on her cute belly and navel. Then I went down to her toes and started sucking them one by one and licking her soles and ankles and completely wetting her with my saliva. I licked my way up to her thighs and then started teasing her by lightly licking her vagina lips and clit. She was moaning like crazy ‘mmmm aaaahhh iiiisssh maaaa’ then I started pushing my tongue into her wet inner folds. The musky fragrance and sexy taste of her cum was making me go crazy…I.