“Someday, I’d like one of these for myself.” “This is my getaway place. The folks use it for enter- taining and that’s a...l any more. But some of my fondest memories are here, and I come out here to get away from it all. It’s where I did my soul-searching last week- end…just me, and my thoughts.” She took off her jacket, tossing it on a chair, and put her books on a coffee table in the living room. Jason did the same. She took him on a quick tour. She finally eased up into my arms again and my fingers explored the sweet, moist folds of her womanhood. Oh, right, she was fifteen. Make that her late girl-hood. We kissed and teased, lips to lips, face, neck, chest, and I kept my fingers busy in her pussy, finally succeeding in breaking her train of thought. Her pelvis was hunching insistently against my fingers as I teased an orgasm out of her. Finally she tossed her head back and said, "Dan! Lick me. There!"And I did, reveling in the juices. I pictured her moaning as she played with her clit and ran a couple of fingers in and out of her pussy. I watched her put her legs up in the air, then start to really fuck her pussy with her fingers. I thought I'd fall out of the tree when she started to slap her pussy as she played. As she did, she threw her head back against the bed. She must have cum because I saw her legs collapse onto the bed. She laid there a few minutes and I got to really look at that fabulous body. Then as if she felt. Strange for a second but I didn't really think too much of it because when she was pregnant they had changed a bit then. I just chalked it up to not touching them for a while. So anyway, I began kissing her neck and reached down between her legs. Odd, she was wearing shorts but no panties. She usually wore panties and a t-shirt to bed. No big deal, she had been drinking so I quickly left that thought. I reached into the shorts and to my surprise she had shaved. Not that is not at all like my.