‘Thank you,’ she said smiling back. ‘How old are you?’ ‘Twenty four.’ Twenty bloody four. She was three years older than me yet she seemed...younger, much younger. Naïve I suppose, inexperienced compared to me. ‘I saw you looking at my husband. What did you think of him. He’s very handsome isn’t he?’ She looked away, embarrassed I assume, knowing I had spotted her looking at him. ‘Oh don’t worry, I’m used to young women fancying him. He’s a very attractive man.’ ‘Yes he is,’ she said softly. ‘You. He sure didn't need to impregnate either of these girls, and neither one showed any inkling of decreasing her demand on his body.It had become a routine. Every other Wednesday afternoon, Julie would visit the Larson home. Bob arranged his work schedule so that he could be home shortly after the noon hour. Julie would be waiting for him on his bed, naked, or sometimes in some very sexy lingerie. Although her breasts had enlarged to a full "B" cup, and the triangular mask hiding her labia. After that we headed for diner after diner mark came up with the idea that we all get drunk n enjoy so mark came into our hotel room that eveningwith some bottels o vodka n rum we went ahead drinking n laughing clara was dead drunk after few drinks n started blabbling n then she went to sleep .all of us were on the bed drinking while clara was sleeping now it was mark n me left mark kept pouring more vodka in my glass n i kept on drinking after sometime i got real drunk n dizzy .i was talking. I refrained from asking her to be careful with the glasses.“You’re just so awesome to let me come.”Dana walked back to the jeep.“Would you like to do something really awesome?”She turned around.“Can you drive?” I asked.“Yes,” Dana said.“A standard?”“Yes,” she replied, cautiously.“Then, you’re getting in the wrong door,” I said.Dana stared at me, as if she didn’t understand what I was saying.“Go ahead,” I said, opening the passenger door. “Get in and take us up the hill.”“You mean it?” she.