Dawn’s part involved her in beginning the action with a kiss on the grass leading to the two of them taking off each other’s clothes and very soon...into more physical acts. Dawn’s body was very similar to her daughter’s – although much heavier as befitted an older woman with breasts already beginning to fall out of their taut compactness and buttocks drooping slightly behind her thighs. Innocence was soon into the scenes of vaginal and anal intercourse, but foreswore the fist-fucking after. I am beautiful. Gorgeous, really.I say this with all humility, for it is God's gift to me; I did nothingto earn or merit being beautiful. I just am. (Well, okay, I guess Goddoes have a little help from the beautician and a few other folks; everygirl wants to look her best, after all.)I used to flash. I'd go braless and wear tight T shirts that showed mynipples. I'd wear a micro-mini skirt and no panties; then, I'd bend overto retrieve a dropped item or look at something on a low shelf in. Kissing is not like piano, you can’t just forget without practicing, right? April rolled around, and with it, my birthday. I had insisted that he should not get me anything. Then, my week had gone horribly for reasons so petty that I fail to remember them now. So, I did what most girls do, and vented my frustration out on him. My own insecurities and doubts pushed him away from me, and I stopped talking to him…for a day. The following afternoon, I found his present in my car. He must have known. I felt uneasy as to how to control things, so I fell back onto what I knew worked.All guys enjoyed my mouth on their cock. I knew blow-jobs. I sort of instinctively fell to my knees and began tugging at his zipper. I fumbled at the release on his belt buckle. The bulge in his crotch was noticeable, and I should have been somewhat prepared for what was next. His loose work pants dropped away easily. He was wearing dark colored boxers, and I slid them down toward his knees. I could not believe my.