I bought it.She kept asking to live with me because she “wanted to be on her own”. I was thrilled, of course and went along with it. We found a ch...ap furnished apartment and I was delighted to get pussy every night and sometimes during the day too.I was working at a manufacturing plant and making decent money. She found an evening waitressing job a long walk away which was great since we only had one car. I worked second shift so I could pick her up after work when the restaurant closed at. Bradley is my pride and joy. I am 30. I was 16 when I had Bradley, having gotten my-self in trouble with a black man. Bradley's skin is a very light brown, and his hair is smooth like mine. Quinn and I had married, but it didn't last.The next morning, I looked at my baby as I set his breakfast plate in front of him. It was Saturday, and as soon as Bradley left to do whatever it is 14-year-old boys do on Satur-days, I planned to work in my garden.He looked back at me with innocence. I shrugged. ‘You?’‘A couple of times’ I said.Silence.‘I want to see your pussy.’ It wasn’t a question, more like a demand.I held my breath as she rose from where she was sitting next to me and stood before me. Her hands glided down her thighs and she took the hem of her skirt in her hands and gently lifted it up. I hadn’t expected her to do it.A completely bald, pink pussy was exposed to me. It was beautiful in the truest sense of the word. The outer lips were white and puffy, and protruding, barely. I made sure I soaped up each globe of her butt and worked my hand down along her little rosebud.Not caring what Paul was doing, I knelt down and started washing one leg and then the next until I had come back level with her waist. It was then she turned towards me and Paul looking over her shoulder said, “Finish what you started.”Kneeling there, I was staring at the pussy I had seen so many time times in pictures and videos. It was even better in flesh and blood here in front of me. I took my.