And I used to see her cute small vagina and touched it and smell came pungent like. I am still surprised even at that age the smell felt good.Now comi...g back to our teenage day, when we explored our bodies for first time, we just felt of sleeping on one over other just like movies and in that way naturally the heat pts. of getting excited touched, we were just kissing innocently and abit of liquid started to come out of my penis spilling a bit over her stomach a small drop !My sister shouted at. She was so hot. About 5 feet and 8 inches she was almost my height. She was about 100 pounds. I loved my women small. I preferred them a little shorter but she was like a goddess . She had a little sundress with her A cup tits making nice little mounds and her dark blond hair up in a pony tail. I couldn’t see her collar bones and her beautiful jaw line. That wonderful sideways grin. Then she blurted, “you going to let me use the bathroom or not?” Shit, I must have been zoning out. I stepped. And don’t call me Short Stuff.” Bigtime continued to grumble. There they sat, the two of them opposite to each other. Ever so slightly, Scooby shifted position. Bigtime did the same and they were getting closer to one another, playing their little cat and mouse game of seduction. Soon their feet touched. No one withdrew his feet and they shifted still closer to each other until they sat side by side. Under water, Scooby’s hand went for Bigtime’s dick. “My my, that feels nice, I understand now. Her husband was a Marine killed in Viet Nam. Holy shit! From what Donna wrote, Kathleen was once a nice, normal, married woman, who married her childhood sweetheart. Maybe, after having gone through so much misery of losing the love of her life, sex is how she was able to feel something enough to quell her pain. I don’t know. I guess I’ll never know why she did the things that she did. Yet, happy she crossed our paths, I never would have met her otherwise. Suddenly, I was angry. I felt used and.