"It doesn't matter who I am," the voice said. His arm encircled my waist and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. Suddenly I felt that...touch of fear or excitement that I have been missing from my life."You are a very beautiful girl," the voice said, his hands moved up to cup one of my boobs. "Nice tits and great legs." His touch sent a shiver up my spine. I know I should move, give this guy a mouthful for touching me up, but I was rooted to the spot, unable to move. Suddenly I. She walked in the door, pleased with herself—and rightfully so. She had a smile on her face; she looked good and she knew it. I walked around her, doing my own admiring."I like, babe! You look great!" I paused; there was one little thing. So in my direct way I added, "With your hair like that it does make your face look kinda round."Okay, that didn't work. I shoulda thought that one through a little more. Generally, over the years though, I think my being straightforward has saved me a lot of. One she called me and told me to meet her in after near her house I also went she asked me follow her I also followed with any objection and she stopped near a big tree and no one is there in that place which made me think bad and feeling horny and v both sat under the tree with little shy and exited because v were meeting first time after our love started. Then she came much closer and she took my kissed and I too kissed her hand suddenly a few people came tat side v separated then again came. After a few minutes of relaxation, both women lit up another cigarette.“So, am I your oldest?” Carol asked as she blew out a puff of smoke, a flirtatious note back in her voice.“Oldest woman, yes,” Heather admitted.“Guy then?” Carol asked curiously.“One who was older than you are,” Heather conceded, taking another drag.“Anyone I know?” Carol pressed.Heather laughed. She’d never told anyone—certainly not anyone who lived in this town. “Wilbur,” she finally said, almost ashamedly.Carol broke.