We then fell asleep with me still cupping mother's breasts and my now shrunken cock still in her rectum, though barely.It must have been about 9:00 ne...t morning when the power came back on. We lingered in bed another hour waiting for the cottage to heat up. Mother made us coffee, lit a cigarette, and we sat down at the table looking at each other with barely suppressed smiles." Did I ever tell you what a sexy smoker you are, Mom?" I asked."You are so sweet to say that, " mother answered. With. "So John, what is this Michelle like?" he asked."I just met her this week so I don't know much about her. She is probably thirty-something and looks like Amanda Peete," I told him. "She seems very nice and she dances pretty well. We were out Monday night and her dance card was full all night long." You have a way with words," he said. "Maybe you should have been an actor." Oh, I have acted," I told him. "I was Prince Charming in Cinderella, the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz, and Santa Claus.... Mrs. Thompsons daughter Jackie is 16 years old this year and although I have known her for only two years now. I have seen her grow up quite fast. It seems that our neighborhood was just the thing that she needed to start growing up. She is about five foot eight with long blonde hair that reached to the middle of her back. She has dark skin that she got from her father, who was Latino. She has a slender young body and is always outside doing something athletic with the neighborhood kids. She. Ben would be different too, she was certain of that. He would be the sort of man that took what he wanted, when he wanted. She could imagine his strong muscular arm holding her short weak arms down. She could imagine his free hand tearing at knickers. There would be no niceties from him when getting at her in that way. She could almost hear the thin silk material tearing as he grabbed at her in his aroused state. Ben’s voice asking her for directions woke her from her thoughts. She responded.