Jim used his thumb to point over his shoulder at the sleeping girl."Sorry Jim, I was somewhere else, what did you say?" The girl, John, the girl, Thom...son says it's okay to wake her. I'd like you to talk to her; she's closer to your age."I looked at the sleeping girl. She looked young. Maybe even teenager young."How old is she anyway?"Jim took the clip board from Thompson."Her profile here says her name is Sarah Gale. She's nineteen years old and a resident of the United Kingdom." So we have a. Jenny had been a bit of a wild girl when she was young, but was now a teacher and well known by parents and pupils in our town. We were having a very good sex affair, but having to be discrete all of the time was wearing us down. Her husband was away a lot in the Naval Reserves which he loved, and did well over the service requirement taking courses, teaching courses, doing excercises so we had plenty of time, but it was a pain sneaking around to meet up for sex. We didn't do any socialising,. I fought a bit, but was enjoying it too much. Suddenly, she shuddered and after a brief pause, jumped up in an attempt to get away. She almost did, but I grabbed her ankle and she fell to the floor. I turned on my stomach, making her flip onto her back. She was wearing short loose shorts, something else I hadn't noticed till now. From where I was, I could see right up her legs. As she tried to struggle and get away, I could see that she too didn't always wear underwear! Also, the crotch of her. Probably fat and faded, the mother of several brats, living in the 'burbs with dishpan hands and tired bouffant hair. She arrived at my apartment with a gourmet picnic basket. Shrimp on ice, duck pate, champagne, and she was more gorgeous than ever. She drove a Mercedes and although she had her longish dark hair in a ponytail, no makeup, in jeans and a t-shirt, she looked like a million bucks. And those big brown eyes, so happy to see me! I didn't have much to say about myself. I was still a.