Amy smiled to herself at her foolishness and snubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray. If that wasn't silly. Matchmaking for Ellen. The dear child was...only thirteen years old, even if she was somewhat advanced physically. Other girls would catch up to her very soon, although it was true she was a breathtaking natural beauty.Matchmaking for Ellen. The poor dear probably didn't even know the first thing about sex. Amy sighed. She had been a prude, so unfortunately she had brought Ellen up to be. “Well do you? Or did I…..”Before she could stammer out much more I flipped her over and kissed her. I kissed her on the mouth. Then on both checks. Then started kissing down her petite neck. God, this girl was beautiful, and smelled like flowers. She was a late bloomer, as mom called her. She was still flat chested with a pair of sensitive little nubs that made her moan softly when I kissed them thru her night shirt. I started sliding my hands down her sides, and over her back. Gently caressing. I got back to Karen’s cottage ,let myself in using her key, boots off made a couple cups of tea , quietly walk upstairs hoping for another eyeful of tits as I passed her room ,but her door was closed , muttering , I went on to the spare bedroom and was surprised to find two people under the sheets ,spooning , but asleep , I placed the cups next to Sarah on the table, at this she opened one eye to see me , she smiled as I kissed her head , ‘comfy’ I whispered noticing Karen’s arm folded across. I wish I had sound, for my wife was acting mighty reluctant and I couldn't tell what was being said. This was not at all what I had expected to see. Her boss, Matt Cooper, had disrobed already and was slowly taking my wife's clothes off. I still wasn't sure if she was acting coy or if she was being forced, albeit not given a choice in the matter. When she was down to her underwear, she picked up her handbag and rushed into the john.I immediately rang her cell number. "CeeCee, one question. Are.