Next came another boy, maybe 6, half- white and half-Asian. Then a 3-year-old boy; I couldn’t tell if his father had been Indian, black, or Latin, b...t I had a feeling if it was the latter, it wasn’t Juan’s doing. Juan himself held a baby girl in his arms, white again, with red hair. And Julie’s pregnant belly was stretching out a t-shirt that read “Not My Husband’s”, with an arrow pointing down.“I loved that shirt,” said Juan. “People assumed it was a joke if the other k**s weren’t around. I. She ran a hand through her long red hair, and stared at her face. Even though she was forty she often passed as younger, and even young men drooled over her. Her breasts were large and firm, her stomach smooth and toned, her legs long and sexy, her ass round and delectable. She smiled softly admiring the way the simple black dress clung to her sexy body.Her smile faded as she thought about the man who use to hold her. Her husband, her high school sweetheart, had died five years ago, and she had. As we sat talking away I had the urge to want to fuck this lad and wondered if he felt the same. "Are you a virgin?" "Tes" he mumbled."Do you have a girlfriend", "No" he said sheepishly. Leaning forward I touched his face, running the back of my hand down his cheek, as I did this he had his eyes closed and was squirming in his seat, as I continued to run my hand on his clear skin he was breathing heavier. "Do you like that" I said, "Yes" he replied.I moved closer to him and put my arm around. . About to finally lose my cherry!! And, mmm, what a babe she was, too! 24 years old. Sandy-blonde hair. 34-24-34. A vision of loveliness, standing there, taking off her sheer dress right before my eyes! But there was something different from all the girls I'd seen in magazines, all those years! Something was missing. She had no pubic hair!! She asked me not to make fun of her, saying it was a genetic defect that her "twin sister" didn't have.Now I said to her at this point, "Hey, I love your.