" Oh no, I thought. This definitely would not be good. It was easy to understand why Mr. Johansson was jealous. His wife, Bridget, was beautiful. For...being in her mid-thirties, she was by far the hottest babe in town making it easy to see where Becky got her good looks. Rumor had it that Bridget had been a model and even posed for Playboy but no one had actually seen the pictures. There I was ready for Becky's promised seduction with my pubes trimmed, balls shaved clean, and an 'appliance'. I knew about sex when I was probably 10. I knew it was how babies were made, about a boy's penis, and about orgasms. Mind you, I didn't know everything, but enough. My story starts when I was 12. I was kind of gangly. Probably 5'1" and maybe 90 pounds. I wore a bra, but I don't know why! Experience I guess and because my mother made me. I had no hair, but a little fuzz. I had started masturbating after learning how from friends. I liked it, it felt good! My next door neighbor was a boy. I eased her around so she was sitting on the sofa and I quickly fell to the floor and between her legs. I pushed her legs wide and shifted her skirt up to expose her crotch. Lauren had on dark tights with black panties and I could easily see her damp patch. I was in no mood for extra foreplay and I wanted at that pussy. I took a handful of her tights either side and ripped them open. Lauren's face was one of shook and lust. Not wasting any time I pulled her panties to the side and dove in. No way they were breast fed; her boobs were too perfect. There were stretch marks and wrinkles, but that was more from general growth and the ageing process. She was too vain to let any k**s munch and ruin her prized assets. With her massive boobs bouncing around like that, me feeding from them, she had complete control of me, and she knew it. “What didn’t you pay attention to last time.”“Err…err”.She then moved off the bed to the desk and gently bent down. I could see her arse open through.