" The driver sounded almost sincere. "I'm Joe, by the way." I'm Anne and this is Johnny. Yes it is a great way to look around and it's just a pity it'... not all flat or down-hill." Mom sort of laughed as she said this.Joe grinned at her and I could see him checking her out. He must have found it a bit unusual to see such an age difference between us, I was 15 going on 19 and Mom was 32 going on 25, but he was too polite to comment and contented himself with saying: "You should be pleased to get. He answered the phone! I smiled to myself... "Jack, it's Ashley. I need your help with something. Would you come over?"HIM...Holy shit! This could be my chance. "Sure. I'll be right over." I raced over to her house, just next door, and rang the bell. Stupid! She's expecting you. I tried the door and found it unlocked. "Hello? Where are you, Ash?"I stepped into the foyer, looking for signs of life. I wondered where she could be. "Ashley?" I walked into the living room; 'no one in here. 'Where is. After just a few strokes I shot my first load into them, revelling in the feel of the soft satin around my rock solid cock.I lay there for about half an hour, the panties lying on my stomach covering my cock until I heard Mrs. Evans return. I got off the bed to see if she would come out to get the washing in, and, sure enough, after ten minutes or so she was at the washing line. I knew she couldn't help but notice the empty space on the line and waited to see what she'd do when she did. When. Her young frame, naive and untrained, struggling to cope with the reality, struggling to let herself go. I can only stand back for so long as I stroke my hungry dick. I want to be in my girl and I rush forward to grab her hips. I feel for her wetness and trace it to spread open her rear, then I plunge my solid dick inside.Just the insertion brings about trembles of pleasure through my thighs and I begin to pound hard. I want to cum at the same time as my gift. I press my girls head down firmly.