But what would dad say? All of myfriends would fade away as I attended an all girls school some milesaway of course, but what could I do? What would B...th do? Could I trusther to remain silent? My hand fell to my friend, and as my fingerscaressed him, he did not respond. Maybe I was tired. Visions of skirtsand dresses filling a closet came to mind, the scent of perfume, thetaste of lipstick and the feel of the soft fabrics came together as one,and I saw myself as a latter day Ingrid Bergman.. She was feeling good today and quietly hummed her latest favourite song.“Mrs. Hayward, are you home?” Karen heard loudly from the front door.“Is that you Abby?”“Yes, it is!”“I’m in the kitchen!”Karen looked up to see the budding young woman who someday might be her daughter-in-law. “I thought you were working this afternoon?”“I was but there was a water main break on the road in front of the restaurant and we had no water so the manager closed us for the rest of the day. I took the bus and. Bea was working behind the bar at my favorite watering hole and I had been trying for months to get her to give me a tumble. She would just laugh at me and remind me that she was an old married lady, but I sensed that she would eventually cave if I just kept after her.One night I was sitting at the bar watching Bea's fine ass wiggle as she walked back and forth behind the bar when the back door opens and in walks a wet dream; long black hair, sparkling green eyes, and a body that most women. "That's it! You're fucking me now!" my bride told her lover as he began to drive his thick pole into her depths. He was totally inexperienced between a woman's legs and Sarah was working with him to get him into a good rhythm. Her legs were down and her sexy stiletto heels were pressing deep into the mattress as she lifted her ass to meet his wild thrusts.I watched them unnoticed for quite a while, enjoying the sights and sounds of my sexy bride "taming" her young colt. When she finally got him.