At the moment I took it out of my boxers, she spread her legs a little, I assumed it was for tanning purposes, but how wrong can somebody be. Her hand...started to massage the inside of her legs, as her hand was nearing her very young and very wet pussy with every stroke. The sight was gorgeous, Her nipples were hard and perfectly shaped, She shaved apparently, a neat shave into a little heart. She has the perfect hourglass figure, her wet hair looked slightly darker now but made her look so. He said that he felt, knowing the circumstances he had made them a good deal. His dad agreed, and they settled.About a month later, Dad went to their house again, and asked if he could date their daughter Helen. Dad was twenty-six at the time, and Helen was only seventeen, but they agreed that it would be ok.Within six months, they were married. Eight months later, I was born ... supposedly, a month early. Then twenty-one months later, Belinda was born and fourteen months after that Britney was. The wine is flowing nicely and I’m enjoying her company a lot. Unfortunately the ambiance is shattered by an absolutely wasted guy trying to chat me up, and when he’s not trying to chat me up, his eyes are all over my legs. I feel uncomfortable, as he leans in closer to me and continues his desperate attempt to pull me. Unfortunately, even if he wasn’t drunk, he still wouldn’t be my type at all. I rebuff him, but he won’t take no for an answer, his hands now touching my legs. “Hey! That is. It was asimple gold band with a gothic-style inscription on the outside. I finallypuzzled it out. It said WERDEN in big letters. I had no idea what the wordmeant, so I turned my attention to the surrounding streets. We were pullinginto a dramatically better part of town, and soon Vincent pulled into thedriveway of a large mansion.He escorted me out and to the front door, where he leaned on the doorbelluntil the door was opened by a short, pudgy man. The newcomer said, "It'sabout time."Vincent.