She started to sob again and said "you don't care either". I told her I did, but I needed to clean up first. Then her mood changed! She shouted at me:..."You don't get it, do you! I know you want me, I've seen you for years... I'm 18 now dammit, you can fuck me now... isn't that what you've always wanted?! Taken aback by her sudden mood change , I told her she got the wrong idea, and you know I am married! That made her more angry (she obviously had planned this all out). She said "if you don't. She sat up and asked, "Do you live alone?" Yes" Can I see your house?" Pointed to my house across the street, there it is"She laughed and grabbed my hand and led me to my house.We walked into the house and out to the patio.Emily asked "Is this where you tan?" It is"Emily looked around, "No one can see?" Nope"With that Emily pulled her dress off. She was naked. She was shaved. She was beautiful. Lush full breasts, a shaved smooth pussy. A bare bald pussy. She turned and showed me her ass, round. That's when the trouble started. One day, as I was sitting there on a lawn chair near the front of the garage, waiting for the washer to finish, guess who came walking by with her laundry basket on one hip. She didn't say anything, she just looked at me as she walked past. I couldn't not look back. She really wasn't close enough for conversation, but her eyes just kept tracking on me, and I am pretty sure mine were following her, even after she went past.Do you remember the line from that. ” Gladly. After a few seconds, she spun around and faced me. Wow! She was cute. “How can I help you?” she asked, a strand of her long blonde hair drooping down and across her forehead. She brushed the misplaced lock of hair back with her hand. “I need a tank of gas,” I said, holding out my debit card. She took my card and punched in the numbers, grumbling because the scanner didn’t work. “I hope this works,” she said as we waited for the transaction to go through. “I hope so,” I said, “I’m.