"What are you doin' out here little girl?" I asked."Just takin' a walk," she said, "What are you doin out here, hiding behind trees and scarin' little...girls?" That's none of your business." I know what you're doin', you and Leslie Anne, and I'm gonna tell on ya if you don't kiss me," she said."OK," I replied. "Just one time." I didn't mind kissing Katie. She was cute as hell and I'd always had a crush on her, but she was only sixteen, I was four years older than she was, and she was my first. He stood up and walked over to her and removed her bra first, rubbing her breast and pinching her nipples, she has very sensitive nipples and you could see them getting hard almost immediately. He sucked on each nipple, them reached down and hooked his thumbs in her panties and slid them down till they fell to her ankles and he told her to step out of them. She was now standing in front of a guy she just met less than an hour ago in a garter, stockings and heels. She looked amazing. He led her. " Laurel touched his leg gently easing the pain she felt still throbbing around his still swollen ankle. "Would you like me to put some towels on it now?" Laurel asked, the old man snapped "no I want you to go sit and play the harpsichord for me." Laurel smiled, going over to the harpsichord she sat down on a now clean bench, her hands touching the keys gently, she played with the keys her fingers dancing as she hummed and swayed. Laurel played and sang songs of old, light breezy songs of love. ” They lay there. They were as exhausted as ever. As they lay on their backs, entirely naked, with only a blanket over them they held one another closely. Each was breathing heavily. He leaned in and began playing with her wonderfully sized breasts and the even more supple nipples. She deeply enjoyed that part as she looked at him while he did it. “Well it is getting late. I suppose we ought to be getting in, shouldn’t we?” he said. She said yes and they finally got dressed and packed up. Once.