“Krista,” I said, “I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”“Why?” she said, “It’s only a little suntan lotion.”“Why do you th...nk?” I asked. I tried to give her the look I give suspects when I think they’re bullshitting me.“I don’t know,” she answered right back, undeterred, “You tell me.”“Because you’re sixteen, and I’m thirty-nine,” I said, trying to be firm, but gentle, “I don’t think I need to explain any further.”“Sixteen, thirty-nine,” Krista repeated, “They’re just numbers.”“They’re very. Soon to be mine. I even drove it, since I had my learner's permit.The BMV wasn't bad. Cindy had just taken the test a few months ago, and let me practice with her Fairlane a few times after she'd let me practice with her body a few times. We had to do something while I recovered, right? Driving Mom's Dodge Aspen station wagon was almost exactly the same, so I didn't hit any cones or cause any accidents. The written test was easy -- I've never had a problem with a test, and I walked out of there. "I'm fine. I don't mind watching football," she replied with a slight hint of defensiveness. I was momentarily concerned, wondering if I should bring it up with her later. But soon, all was forgotten as dinner was served. And later that evening, with the usual suspects all crowded into my car, laughter reigned as usual during the drive back to the university.November 30, 1983The late afternoon sun was sinking toward the horizon. I'd just finished my last class for the day. I was heading over to. He stripped off and I was surprised that his cock was about 7” long. He asked me to take my dress off and when I had I jumped on the bed and onto my hands and knees. I heard him climb on behind me and felt his cock pushing against my arse he lubed himself and slid into me, god he was so big. He was soon pumping hard into me and I got that wonderful feeling through my whole body I wasn’t even put off by his fat belly banging against my buttocks and when he yelled out my name I felt warm cum.