I didn't know much about her past, other than that she had moved here with her mother when she was young due to "personal issues". I had never pressed...the issue and didn't see a point in doing so. The California weather had been good to her, tonight's rainy drizzle aside, and she seemed to get more beautiful every day. Tonight she was wearing a red silk blouse that clung to her C cup chest tightly, billowing out at the neck line to expose her tan, flawless neck and upper cleavage, and a black. Want to come? Yeah, sure thing. I filled her in on my conversations with Grandpa and some of our aunts and uncles as we slowly made our way down the paved trail, past other pavilions and the playground. When we got to the band shell at the far end, Hannah stopped pushing the buggy, then turned to face me and with a hand on her hip said, Joe, what do you think of me? Where the fuck did that come from? I was confused, I went blank. My mind raced to try to decide the correct answer. But where?. That was the last thing she sent him before moving out of their shared unit into her current residence which she shared with Sam, Brandon and Angus.She wondered how things might have played out differently if she had gone along with it, or if he’d been more patient with her. Had his pushing sowed the seeds of her current situation? Had she, deep down, been waiting to bloom into the woman she was now, and just needed more careful cultivation? Maybe he deserved to know what he had lost, and it. ”Over the next few weeks we did the dance thing withDiane in hot little outfits a few times. Then I decidedto help her out a little more. Diana hadn’t been fuckedor had her pussy touched in about 3 months. Well maybea little grinding or groping at a club. I had startedtalking dirty to her without touching her. Asking ifshe was horny, if she’d like a cock in her. She wouldlay back and fantasize as I talked to her, like phonesex, sometimes I even got her moving like she was.