Her 18th birthday was only a week away, and suddenly I became very conflicted. I turned the channel once more...*click*... only this time it wasn't a ...an on screen. It was a woman, in business attire, sitting behind a desk. She was very pretty, with long blonde hair and flawless skin that shone a pale white. She couldn't have been older than 25, and as she spoke she was fighting herself with every word. Clearly she was holding back tears as she tried to continue to do her job."T-the new l-l-law. His tongue getting some of his own cum from my lips.He broke the kiss. "I think maybe we should skip the movie, hun." "I think your right, we seem to be preoccupied a bit," I giggled, "I made a mess of your pants, guess I am gonna have a lot of laundry to do ..hehe."He stood up and then he reached down and picked me up in his arms, cradling me like a bride on her wedding night. He carried me back to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. He removed his messy pants and then he pulled my top. ."And with that he pushed me on my pack and straddled me on the bench, kissing me everywhere and anywhere he could reach. He stripped off his shirt and lay on top of me, groaning as he humped my dick with his own."You know what really turns me on sir?" OHHH, what?" Older men, hairy men, and twinks... oh, and you!", and with that I started sucking his nipples until he said he was going to cum, so he made me get down on my knees and let loose all over my face. ANd then we just kissed for. We lived at the bottom of a cobbled road and it was slippery under foot, as I was hurrying my foot sk**ded and I fell forward and badly sc****d my knee. Finding it difficult to get up, the older man that lived next door to us, Mr. Baxter came over and helped me, I was grateful and embarrassed.He helped me up and took me into his house, he sat me at the table and made us both a coffee, then he brought out a first aid box. As I smoked a cigarette, we made small talk, Mr. Baxter, how I was doing.