Oh, has she. Sara had grown into a rather beautiful young lady. Well, this guy's luck has just taken an upturn. I got a nice hug which was rather diff...rent from last time in how it felt. Much softer. Oh, yes."Where's Colleen?" Oh, she's with the horses. Let's go tell her you're here," and we start walking as I watch the beautiful half-moons of her butt see-saw back and forth in her tight shorts as she leads me toward the barn.As we go in, Sara yells out, "Colleen, Matt's here, you know, the. You sure look beautiful is all I know. And what you know, this is heaven for sure." "Well, I'm that much older and, dear Greg, I'm afraid I started at this when I was a bit younger than you." "Oh, really, how old were you, sixteen, seventeen?" About then, yes. It was the boy next door. He was really quite good at licking my pussy. Just wonderful. Any way, um, he was also the first boy I let fuck me. The first four or five times, I never had an orgasm. Oh, when I did, then I just made him fuck. ’ He seemed to like hearing that. (Hell, who wouldn’t want to hear that from someone they were attracted to?!) One day I told him about a couple I know that have an open marriage. She can fuck anyone she wants and he can do the same. They love each other deeply but like to have some variety. That’s also when I told him that my husband and I had played around with other couples and that I really wanted to play with him! That was a turning point for us. I was ready to move forward and he was. It might have not been the most exciting job but I was proud of what I accomplished.I did a lot of walking from house to house. It wasn't like in the larger cities where they had electronic ways of reading meters. I had to go house to house. I had a golf cart that I would drive to the end of a street and then walk from house to house reading meters.In my first year on the job I had to go inside most homes to read the meters. I had my ID card so people could see I worked for the town. If they.