I was nervous too. I had to erase the bad memories of her only sexual experience. I had to make it great for her, and prove to her how good we could b..., together. When we got to her house, I walked her to the door and when she unlocked it, I picked her up and carried her inside. The walls of the living room had been painted, but the furniture was basically the same. Her father wasn’t much of a decorator, but there were little feminine touches around the room. Throw pillows, candles, flowers. It. At the ripe age of 18 she had perfect perky breasts with the most beautiful puffy bronze nipples I had ever seen. She was a small girl, standing at about 5' 5" and weighing no more than 120lbs and her ass defied gravity. But what especially turned me on was that she was a hairy girl. Besides the happy trail leading from her belly button to her pussy, her hair extended back to her tight little star between her ass cheeks. I even think she had hair on her toes, but removed it thinking that's what. The first thing she did was move over to the dresser and started goingthru the contents. The first drawer she pulled open was stuffed full ofpanties. Giggling she pulled out all variety of styles and colors. Atthat she peeled off her clothes till she was buck naked. She felt sodaring, just being naked in her room, but she loved it!! Giggling asshe kicked clothes out of the way as she did. Once there she shiftedand turned looking at herself from all possible angles. She playedcoyly in front of. .."17 minutes!"Like an automation I turned my eyes away from Florence and her stop watch and went back to work with renewed fervor. I just HAD to finish this time."She doesn't look like the big important business lady kneeling in her blazer and heels now does she Cynthia?" That big ass she's sticking out says otherwise."Just then I could hear a far off distant french door closing. I just knew who it was.Margaret's head soon popped over the pink fence on the other side. "Morning ladies! What a.