She tasted fresh and clean too.I moved up along her tummy. She had very faint stretch marks from childbirth, years before.I moved up to her breasts. T...ey were soft and saggy from years of trying to defy gravity. They were not flat by any means but the full luscious mountains were now rolling hills. I kissed her nipples and licked right up her valley. That turned out to be a mistake. I got a full taste and whiff of her perfume. I had noticed it on her love mound but I had not licked it. She had. I went down stairs and told her mum she was just finishing what she was doing and would be down, as she came down i told her what I saw she said well fuck me and I wouldnt have to and walked off.The dreaded day came she was 18 I knew I would have to go through with it or be bugged, we arrived at the hall i asked where the birthday girl was her mum said would I pick her and her mate up from the house, I knew I would be safe if she had a mate there. I arrived at the house and went in I shouted i. As was to be expected, they were also great gossips and used to regale me with stories of what was happening in the colony. Through them I came to know that the young man next door to me was Prakash, working with a leading BPO and had a bright future. He used to leave for work around 11 am and return at midnight. Prakash was good looking in a traditional way, used to dress well but in conservative clothes and appeared to be a quiet, “nice” young man. He used to behave very nicely too, would. I see the yearning in her posture. In the way she turns briefly, just enough to catch me in the corner of her eye. I am just the right distance away to reinforce the feelings of mutual attraction and mutual respect. She remains on my left, backlit by the morning sun, and I am stimulated from drinking her presence in.I see a woman who is more beautiful than her competition, my wife, but perhaps beautiful is not the correct term. More attractive, but possibly only because familiarity with my wife.