She was lucky that most of the other girls were not jealous of her success because she had such a friendly attitude that most of them would not dream ...f making life difficult for her.For an eighteen year old girl, she had precious little sexual experience. All she could boast of was the occasional oral favors she dispensed to some of the football jocks or to one of the male teachers that missed that sort of exciting interplay because their wives were either too proud or too disinterested to. When Kate had brought out the box of things that had been willed to Phoenix, Phoenix had broken down. The box had been mostly filled with books and journals, but at the bottom of the box had been a photo album. The photo album was filled with pictures of Phoenix, and under each picture was a caption. The pictures started at age eight, and continued to a few months before the accident. Phoenix had curled up into a ball and refused to let anyone touch her. She had finally cried herself to sleep,. And in some ways so different. Ellen the beautiful mature woman in her prime….breast still full and firm…her rose colored nipples pointed and standing up perkily. At that moment I knew that I wanted her to have my child….hell…maybe two or three.Jennifer, in contrast was still a child in many ways….but a sexual young lioness in other ways. I did have some guilt about our sexual relationship, but as each day passed I got more comfortable with it. The thought of impregnating her when she was. The adrenaline still flowing through her vein, her body still hot from all the dancing, she pressed herself against me as she responded to my advances with her own tongue all the while pulling me closer to her. My hands were exploring her curves, inserting themselves into her panties, running over her soft cheeks, a finger separating her ass crack and moving toward the entrance of her cunt, finding it already dripping with warm sticky juice.Coming briefly to our senses, I said: “I’ll wait for.