Peter could feel how she was literally dripping from her pussy as she lowered herself, impaling herself on him. Peter placed his hands behind his head...and enjoyed the sight of this previously innocent girl bouncing on his cock. Her swayed in time with her movement and her hands gripped her thighs as the pleasure was building more and more inside her. She moved one hand to her tit and squeezed it hard, while she brought the other hand to her hair and tossed her head back in ecstasy. She kept her. I do, but not in a negative way. Just curious." I'm thirty-six." Where's your wife?" Asleep." So what are you doing talking to wet horny girls this time of night." Talking to wet horny girls. I'm old, after all." Ah, don't say that. That's a nice age for a man. Means you're not immature." I don't know about that. Some people would disagree with you, my wife for example, if she ever found out." You're funny. What I meant was that you're not a kid." Like you, for example?" I'll take that the nice. "At the risk of sounding like a doting mother, which I am, you will find her pictures a delightful history of my beautiful daughter. We'll bring them down next time we come to town." That's wonderful. You want to talk with your daughter some more?" Yes. Put her on. And Stoney, have a good evening." Thank you Bridgette. Tell Anders that I said hello." I passed the phone back to Jo and lifted myself up for a bathroom trip, leaving the two of them talking.When I got back, I eased back down beside. For every teenage guy there is just this one girl who you cant stop thinking about,talking about or picturing what they looked like topless(the very thought of the last one never fails to give me a woody).for me that girl is Sandra,she is in the year below mine and absolutely stunning,she has silky light brown hair that i had rarely seen loose around her shoulders because at school all girls have to have their hair tied back much as guys hair cant touch their collars.She has dark green eyes.