Not a cover model but still good to look at. She must have had at least 36-D's. I'm talking nice ripe melons.I could tell that she wasn't wearing a br... and they still stood up pirky. I could picture them clear as day. It wasn't hard considering that you could see her nice big nipples poking through her top. She had me day dreaming for a few earlier. I was just imagining all the fun little games I could play with them.I glanced back at where she was sitting and am a little surprised to see her. Almost imperceptibly, she folded thefront of the panties away from the young girl’s mound.We watched as the perfect adolescent triangle came intoour view. Just a few wisps of blonde fur and the top ofa well-defined slit. Again more oil and fingers massagedthe muscled lower belly. This time, the youngster stirred languidly. Thegrandmother’s long middle finger slipped for a momentbetween the thighs to touch the tempting slit. Imagineour thrill to see the legs fall apart and the. . and the sand kept you from getting hurt. Except for a few scrapes now and then.Fifteen years later Paul Unschuld was on a journey of discovery. Finally he was going to find out all about love and sex and women's bodies and that deliciously mysterious ritual called "fucking."He was that rare and exotic flower of a bygone era -- an innocent. He had come of age in the modern and enlightened year of 1968, and had never had a girlfriend. In fact, no one had ever told him about the Facts of Life.". A few days later I stayed home from work to run some errands. In the afternoon I get a call from my wife. She tells me the play date is today and that school mom might show up before my wife gets home from work and to keep an eye out for her. I’m instantly aroused thinking of the possibilities. A few hours later I hear the doorbell. It’s school mom and she is here about 30 minutes before my wife is supposed to come home. The k**s immediately take off to play in the back yard as we make small.