" I said as I picked her up and brought her to the bedroom and laied her on the bed."Stop it right now!"I payed no attention to what she was saying no... I just started to take off her pants and underwear. Once I got thoughs off I pulled her legs apart to revel her beautiful shaved pussy."Mike don't you dare" she said trying to push me away.It was no use I dove head first into her pussy, kissing, licking, nibbling and eating way.Soon she couldn't resist anymore and her words against me became. The eighteen year old wasn't very helpful, yes she was very pretty, but invariably, whenever she went into her room she shut the curtains and unfortunately I couldn't see through material, Margaret, however was much more helpful.Margaret, as I've said, was divorced, her former husband, a coloured chap had been in the army and apparently, whilst on an exchange trip in America, had gone off with some woman and not bothered coming back. She had two children, a little girl who was five and a son a. The day was bright and clear, the sky a brilliant blue. Rain water still dripped from the eaves and everything was wet, water droplets shimmering in the sun, the air fresh and clear and scented of loamy earth and rain, wet grass and honeysuckle. Beth took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh-washed scent and feel of the air. They sat in the two wooden rockers on the porch, dry under the porch roof, setting their mugs on the small table between the chairs. Beth stretched luxuriously, her arms above. For me these days, only something to keep busy with inmy early retirement. With the exception of my self-published mastersthesis dealing with geography and urban planning which pondered whyhomes in my locality were sliding off hills and how such a thing couldhappen that's about it. Dry words on dusty pages sitting on a dustyarchive shelf, that will probably never be read nor see the light of dayever again. Nothing more than a text between expensive bound faux-leather covers that satisfied.