He had onlybegun going out in public about a month ago.I was so sad listening to his story and I went over and gave him a hugehug and told him he was ...n amazing man and deserved better than to betreated that way. I said that she was a fool for leaving him. On thebright side, he said that she had great taste in clothing and he thoughtwe were probably the same size. He said it would make him really happyif someone got some enjoyment from her stuff, especially someone aspretty as me!Not wanting to. .in her young tight teen pussy. “Mm...” she cooed. “You are going to stuff me full of cock, Mister Wilson?” I nodded...full of cock. “Mm...” she cooed. “Now Mister Wilson?” she asked, as I carried her to the edge of the pool in the shallow end, nodding. Now. “Goody!” I set my horny little waif on the edge of the pool, my hands now freely roaming her teen tight body, and then spreading her young legs, and lifting them, my cock ready and closing in on her little pink, wet slit. “Stuff it. Now we had always had a rule when we played that we could do anything but full intercourse...this rule was going to be a difficult one to follow I could tell. Her pussy was dripping wet and she proceeded to slide her wet pussy up and down on the outside of his hard shaft. I could see her pussy lips parting around his shaft over and over again. She then asked me if I was ok if she put the tip in just for a second. What else was I to say but yes! She reached down and grabbed his cock and lowered. He left my mother when I was six and divorced her when I was seven years old. At that time and for several years after I felt the separation and divorce was a bad thing. No, him gone was a gift. He gave me a twelve inch Sony color TV when I was about twelve. And on my thirteenth birthday, a two year subscription to Playboy (I never read the articles.) So growing up I didn’t have a male role model I was willing to accept until I was fifteen. An only c***d, I was a terribly shy, introverted k**..