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   Copyright (c) 2006, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Monday, February 20, 2006



   Story codes: M/f/f/F com

   Story intro: Jayden gets her way, however into the mix Don is introduced
to her best bud, Hayley and her mom.  the results are as expected.  Thrown
into the jumble is Sarbie Jassal, the new receptionist, at Don's place of
work.  This is a continuation of 'Christmas Wish Fulfilled'.  Enjoy.



   Jayden

   Part 3 of 3

   Another Story by

   Jack Spratt



   Author's Note: This is a continuation of 'Christmas Wish Fulfilled'. 
Although it is a story unto itself reading the lead-up story will give the
reader some background information.

   Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis

   Jack is up to his tricks again, a little twist here and there, as
always, another great story.  George Davis

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   After dropping off Ryelin, the slow trip back to the house gives me time
to contemplate my sins.  That didn't take long.  The week with Ryelin
brings a very fulfilling smile; this Christmas has to be one of the best in
my life.  It all started with that wimp Leigh, maybe I should thank him. 
Fortunately, it's early enough to unload the truck, then with the soiled
laundry in the washer; I build myself a Black Russian and ponder.

   Ryelin presumed a lot by promising her sister she would be welcome to
use my computer equipment Friday, smiling to myself, that Jayden is a man
eater at ten, she seems to know about and like what sex means and makes no
bones about it.  She actually scares the hell out of me at times.  What is
going to be like alone with her?

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   I am Don Parson.  A widower at fifty-one living alone, my wife died of
cancer over twelve years ago, have two sons both live and work on the west
coast, haven't seen them in years.  My summers consist of spending time at
the cottage and all the work it entails keeps me in shape, but it doesn't
improve my looks.

   I work in the high tech industry and specialize in computer viruses and
some programming.  My specialty is viruses.  I have a reputation of being
able to locate and destroy without losing data.  I wish it was always the
case, but some of the little devils really can make a mess out of our
client's records.

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   It happens every year at this time, nobody seems to consider anything
will break down or be infected because of the holiday season.  Surprise, it
ain't true!

   Arriving at the office on Monday before seven, the switchboard looks
like a Christmas tree.  At my desk the constant sound of incoming calls has
me pick up; of the seven calls taken everyone has an emergency that has to
be resolved yesterday.  When our receptionist Sarbie finally arrives, I
continue to help her with the load.  Sarbie Jassal, a recent new hire, is a
very appealing young girl of East Indian decent.  Her large brown eyes are
drowning pools.  The rest of her body isn't bad either.  It's nearly lunch
when the flow appears to subside.  Sarbie actually comes to my cubicle and
thanks me.  Standing in the doorway, she is a vision, her olive complexion,
her shoulder length dark brown hair that seems to shine, and not to mention
her striking full lips has a tingle run through me.

   "Don, I wanted to thank you for helping, I have never worked in an
environment like this, so many calls."

   "It can be a little overbearing but the good thing is it only happens
after holidays, you did well considering you have only been part of this
zoo for less than a month."

   "It's my first experience away from home.  Living alone in the big city
is different.  I'm fortunate to have found an apartment within walking
distance from the office.  I was able to go home for Christmas and New
Years.  How was your week?"

   "Actually, it was one of the best Christmases I've had in many years."

   Just the thought of Ryelin and the week enjoying her gifts brings a
smile to my face, looking at Sarbie my mind picks out similarities, full
kissable lips and budding breasts, Sarbie isn't lacking but she isn't
overly endowed.  She may be five or six inches taller than Ryelin and with
the comparable figure.  Looking at her skirt covered hips, I wonder what
other attributes are similar.

   "It must be nice to qualify for the whole week off."

   With that she leaves, and leaves me wondering if she is interested in a
mature debonair grey headed fool.  Don, get your mind back on the work at
hand.  There's plenty to do.  The day goes fast; finally Mary, my
co-worker, pokes her head in.

   "Don, it is time to go home.  Did you have a good rest during the week
you conned the powers to be out of?"

   "The best and you, just what do you mean conned, it was part of my
holidays."

   We're continually at each other throats at work, playing nasty little
tricks with each other.

   "Good as well, but it could have been better if you had been around."

   Mary and I plus her daughter enjoy a very close relationship that we
renew from time to time.  Both she and daughter never leave me in want
after a tryst in bed.  She's gone when I look up.  Finally done and at the
main door, Sarbie is about to leave as well.

   "Bet you are glad this day is over."

   Looking up her tired face fills with a smile; maybe she's interested in
a dirty old man.  From this angle the view down her blouse shows some
cleavage encased in a mauve lacy bra.  When our eyes meet, it's obvious she
caught me looking.  An embarrassing blush confirms her suspicions.  It
doesn't seem to faze her.

   "It would have been a lot worse if you hadn't helped this morning."

   "What are friends for?  Can I give you a lift?"

   "I don't want to take you out of your way.  I can walk it is only a few
blocks."

   "After the day you had, the least I can do is give you a lift, I won't
take no for an answer."

   During the walk to the parking area, we talk about generalities.  At the
Suburban, I assist her into the passenger seat, always the gentleman.  It
gives me an opportunity to touch her soft hand and enjoy her intoxicating
scent close-up.  Her touch, like her movements, is very light and so
feminine.  During the trip she is quiet; her eyes closed seeming to let the
world go by.  Pulling up to her building, she looks at me and smiles.

   "Thank you so much, it was nice just to sit and close my eyes for a few
moments.  I will see you tomorrow."

   "That, you can count on!"

   Watching her walk to the doorway gives me another chance to appraise her
from the rear, her long dark hair sways as she moves, the way she walks
reminds me of runway models as she places one beautiful leg in front of the
other accenting the sway of her bottom.  This young lady has potential but
for whom, maybe me.

   After dinner, the telephone rings its Ryelin.  The sound of her voice
gives my tired body a boost; if she was here I would give her body a boost
as just the thought of her gives me an aching hardon.

   "Hi Don, how was your day?"

   "Busy and boring until you called, how was yours?"

   "Same, it took me a while to get back into the swing of things after
enjoying all that wonderful time with you.  I wish we're still at the
cottage, I could use some of that right now."

   At least we're on the same wavelength.  At the end of the conversation,
she reminds me of Friday and the visit from Jayden, like it's something to
forget, and mentions her sister would like to talk to me.  My cock spikes
then droops.  Just the thought of being alone with Jayden throws the fear
of god into me and she's only ten.

   "Mr.  Parson, I only have one question."

   "What would that be Jayden?"

   "When will you be picking me up on Friday?"

   Thinking that eleven would be a wonderful time and have her back by
eleven-thirty would be great but that's not an option.

   "How much research do you have to do?  What time does your mom want you
home?"

   "I am not sure how long the research will take; you will have to show me
how to work your computer.  Mom says I'm to be back by twelve; it's Friday
so I can stay up later."

   "How's six-thirty?"

   "That'll be great, here's Ryelin.  she wants to say goodbye."

   There's a silent pause, some shuffling, then Ryelin's voice.

   "Don, I really miss you."

   "Likely as much as I miss you, maybe we can get together Saturday
morning?"

   "Can we?  I would love that, at your place?"

   The meaning is obvious she wants what I want, my cock buried in her warm
pussy.

   "I hope so."

   "Great, I'll call you Saturday morning, don't let my sister scare the
hell out of you, she'll try."

   "I think I can handle your sister."

   "Oh, you can if she gets what she wants."

   "What do you mean by that?"

   "I think you have an idea, but if you don't you will before she comes
home.  I'll call you Saturday; just don't let Jayden wear you out Friday
night."

   There's the click of the line disconnect; leaving me holding a dead
telephone with a crazy look on my face.  Just how aggressive will Jayden
be, hell she's only ten.  Later still thinking about what could happen
Friday evening with Jayden, sleep overtakes me.

   The balance of the week is busy, but nothing like Monday.  Each day is
topped by driving Sarbie home, each time she insists it isn't necessary but
each day she rides with me.  Over the week, interesting facts come out;
she's nineteen with no boyfriend and is very close to her family, but is
slowly adjusting to living alone.  She spends Tuesday and Thursday evening
at night school taking computer sciences.  She hopes to become a software
developer.  The only reason I didn't ask her out is Jayden tonight and
Ryelin tomorrow and tonight has me concerned.  But really, what can a ten
year old actually do to me?  This morning before leaving the house, the
sheets are changed, everything in the master bathroom is up to snuff; I
have an eerie feeling of foreboding about tonight.

   After my usual Friday Chinese, then cleaning the kitchen, I take a long
shower, wondering if it should be with ice water.  After dressing in
comfortable attire, my primary duty will be to show Jayden how to use the
search engine and Google is very easy; I'm ready for what could be a very
challenging evening.  Arriving at their apartment complex promptly at
six-twenty-five, in the vestibule I ring the buzzer.  Misty answers.

   "Yes."

   'Hi Misty would you inform Mistress Jayden Milne, her carriage awaits."

   There's a giggle and then the familiar shout, 'Jayden, Mr.  Parson is
here.' The answer also loud enough 'Tell him I'll be right down.'

   "She'll right down."

   "Thank you, Misty."

   Then the click, I wait.  Surprisingly in a very short time the door
opens and out comes Jayden.  She`s still dressed in her school uniform,
still as short as possible, she`s carrying one of those back packs that the
younger generation seems to favor, offering to carry it, the weight nearly
gives me a hernia.  It has to weigh more than the pack my dad carried when
he hit the beach in Normandy.

   Slinging the pack into the back seat, I assist her into the passenger
seat.  Her hand is soft and her scent is murder.  Looking at her face has
my body trembling.  Between her and her sisters and possibly Tiffany her
make-up is flawless.  It's not overdone but just enough to get my attention
and keep it, her eyes are shadowed with a very light covering of subtle
white, her lips coated with enough gloss to make them glisten.  She's
wearing dangling type of earrings, drawing my focus to her natural beauty.
All this targets my uncontrollable hardon.  The trip to the house is
actually very surprising; the conversation revolves around her assignment
and what she's planning on researching and generalities at school.  At no
time did she insinuate or comment anything sexual, she's the soul of
proprietary.  Unfortunately my appetite for preteens has me looking at her
nylon stay-up hose, they're sheer white with a band of beautiful chocolate
skin between the top of the nylons and where the skirt falls.  My interest
isn't unnoticed by Jayden.

   At the house all goes well, actually too well knowing Jayden.  After
showing her the features of the computer, printer and the search engine, I
leave.  In the kitchen, I brew a fresh pot of coffee as a Black Russian may
impair my ability to think straight if something should happen.  The
occasional whirl of the printer makes me aware she's actually doing
something.  There hasn't been a peep out of her; even the fact she hasn't
lived up to my expectations has me a tight as a drum.

   In the middle of a mindless so-called comedy, the sound of the bathroom
door closing brings me back.  It is seven-forty-five.  With my ears tuned,
I wait, she seems to be in there one hellva a long time, then the flush, a
pause, the door opens and nothing, she must have returned to the study. 
Then it starts.

   "Don, would you come here please."

   The octaves of her voice are subdued as they should be, no excitement
just a clam request, up the stairs and looking into the study, no Jayden.

   "I'm in here."

   Here, is my bedroom, this not a good omen.  What's she doing there? 
Approaching the door with caution the sight that is presented has me
tingling and terrified of what Jayden will do next.  Laying there's a
vision of female anatomy, clothed in a matching white lacy bra and thong.
The small pocket of cloth between her legs is concealing heaven, it's not
pulled tight but the small bulge in the fabric tells me something wonderful
is beneath.

   "Jayden, what are you doing?"

   As if it's a secret.  Gathering every iota of willpower, I continue to
hold up the door frame, terrified to move.  She moves slowly and ever so
tantalizing.  What did I do to bring this on?  Watching her, she props her
head on her hand daring me, then licks her lips.  My willpower is taking a
beating.

   "Don't you like me?  These are some of your Christmas gifts, don't they
look beautiful?"

   Hang in there Don, you can win, after all she's only a ten year old
preteen, nothing you can't handle.  Watching her movements, everyone is to
tantalize me further, she buries her face into the pillow then her head
jerks upwards her eyes challenging me again.

   "Unless you're wearing Corn Silk perfume, my sister has been laying
here, her scent is on your pillows."

   Silence is golden in this case but my stupid body gives me away, a blush
starts at the end of my cock and is soon at the top of my skull.  A guilty
sign must be flashing on my forehead.

   "You and Ryelin got home early on Sunday and stopped here didn't you. 
That's why she was so happy.  She wouldn't say much to us but the look on
her face was one of contentment.  What did you do too her?"

   My knees are starting to give out.  Steadfast, I continue to hold onto
the door frame.  She moves again this time on her back, legs spread wide
straining the cloth of her thong against her luv lips, her camel-toe
appears in the material, a damp spot in the centre.

   "Better still can we do the same thing?  Did you give her some cream?  I
bet that is why she locked the door when she bathed.  She was full of your
cream."

   Now my knuckles are white as I squeeze the wooden doorframe.  Willpower
is now rapidly failing.  My brain is screaming hold your ground the head of
my cock is yelling move you oaf, times a wasting and it is.  My eyes never
leave her, following her hands as she undoes her bra.  It's now loose on
her chest, she wiggles, stretches and slowly her arms move upwards pulling
the bra.  More and more of her small orange sized breasts are exposed. 
Then the bra's gone.  Before me are two protruding nipples, not the
largest, but very tantalizing, perched on her chocolate breasts.  They are
sitting on what has to be the beginning of two growing areolas, recalling
Tiffany's saucer like ones.

   "When we all were in the bathroom Monday night, both Misty and I noticed
how puffy her pussy looked.  Are you blushing Don?"

   The hell with willpower, at the bed she shifts giving me room to sit
beside her prone body.  Her nipples are like black diamond's sitting
proudly on her body.  Her scent hits me like a sledge, drawing me to her.
When her small hands reach up and pull me to her chest, I'm lost.  My mouth
captures her left nipple, enticing a satisfactory moan from her.  Her skin
is so warm and so soft, kissing down to her tight little belly button,
another scent hits me, registering on my mind and quickly sending a signal
to my already aching hardon.  Her still covered pussy is emitting signals
to me.  Eat me, eat me.  My nose at the string of her thong feels an upward
pressure as Jayden lifts her hips to accommodate their removal.  Like a
zombie, my fingers are inside the waistband and lower the final barrier, so
much for male willpower, defeated by a preteen KO in the first round!

   Like the rest of the family, her labia is extended past her luv lips, a
number of shades of brown and grey, coated with moisture it glistens in the
bedroom light.  A number of soft black curly strands line her luv lips. 
The scent continues to play with my mind.  Finally surrendering what little
pride I have left, my mouth engulfs her blossom, my reward is her essence.
All the Milne family taste similar.  Jayden's is a bit milder, perhaps
because she is the youngest.  Her hands grasp the back of my head and hold
me against her pussy.  Her legs spread further opening her blossom. 
Pushing against the pressure of her grip, I witness the beauty from within.
Her pink interior glistens, her animal scent is so captivating.  Her
clitoris although small stands out like a small pink pearl and is very
sensitive.  Flicking it with my tongue has her soft ass bouncing on the
bed. My wandering finger finds her back hole, with little resistance, it
slips deep into the warm recess of her body.  Finally capturing her
clitoris, my manipulations bring her to a crashing climax.  Strong anal
muscles grasp my finger as she cums.  Her body relaxes and although I can't
see much from between her legs, her panting is heavy enough to vibrate
through her body.

   She reverberates several times before something tells me to remove my
mouth and check the time.  It's ten, still plenty of time.  Looking at her
face her eyes are closed and her body is trembling.  Moving beside her, my
fingers explore breasts and nipples.  Jayden has surprised me by the way
she enjoys sex.  Adolescent girls are maturing younger every year.

   "Don, now I know why Ryelin looked so contented.  I can't believe how
good it feels to have you tongue me.  Masturbating is one thing but being
tongued is much better."

   "We shouldn't be doing this you know but I'm glad we did.  Everything
about you is tantalizing."

   Her eyes are open wide, dark brown drowning pools, she leans towards me
and grasp my head pulling me down and kisses me.  Her tongue enters my
mouth, a taste of peppermint and then she licks my lips, a taste of her own
pussy juice.  Releasing me she looks up and smiles.

   "Can I see your cream maker?"

   Since my face is covered with her pussy elixir and all her charms are on
display, what possible excuse could there be for not exposing myself? 
Standing, I drop my slacks and shorts, my tool proudly standing before her,
the tip of the foreskin glistens with precum, her eyes widen.

   "You put that in Ryelin?  No wonder she is swollen after visiting you.
How many times did you guys do it?"

   A gentleman never tells.  My finger finds her clitoris and brings her to
another mind blowing climax.  Her luv juice flows like water.  She looks so
delicate laying there panting after her latest climax.  Is she big enough
for my tool?

   "That was nice."

   She reaches over and grasps my shaft and gives it a squeeze.  Then she
spots my ball sack and explores it as well.  When she squeezes them, she
notices my squint.

   "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.  They feel so big."

   "They're very tender, touch and caress but don't squeeze."

   Both my cock and balls seem to fascinate her.  Her fingers run up and
down and then explore every inch of my sac many times hefting my testicles.
Then she rolls back the foreskin revealing the large purple head.

   "That's neat the way that goes.  Does that hurt?"

   "No, it feels good."

   She continues the exploration as she pumps my shaft; it does feel good
considering that it needs relief.  I've no idea how much more of this I can
stand before all hell breaks loose.  She is about to find out how much
cream there is hidden in my shaft she is manipulating.

   "If you keep that up, I am going to cum."

   "Okay, I want to see it."

   "Maybe you should move your bra and thong; we wouldn't want them covered
with cum would we?"

   She smiles and moves her bra and thong from harm's way then grasps my
tool and pumps.  Closing my eyes and enjoying her manipulations my body
starts it pumping action.  Sunday was the last day of draining the hose in
Ryelin; the buildup should result in a memorable ejaculation.  Then it
happens, the first blast catches her between the breasts, the second with a
bit higher elevation has a string across her lips and in her nose and into
her right eye.  Three of four more small ones end up filling her
bellybutton cavity.  The creamy color stands out on her dark skin.

   Handing her some tissue she dabs her eye while her tongue tastes a blob
from her upper lip and bottom of her nose.  She looks at the puddle in her
bellybutton and giggles.

   "That really surprised me.  I didn't know there was so much.  Did my mom
drink all that?"

   There's no denying it as she and her sisters know what happened the
night Tiffany came over.  Nodding, she acknowledges my nod and calmly dips
her finger into the recess of her belly button and tastes another glob.

   "That not that too bad, next time perhaps you'll let me suck your cock."

   Bong, from a flagellant stub to a full grown hardon in ten seconds or
less, it's ready for sucking.  The action at my crotch isn't unnoticed. 
Jayden watches with interest.  My thought is will she be able to accept my
tool in her moist heaven but it won't be this time as it is nearly eleven
the bewitching hour.

   "Can you do me like you did Ryelin?  I'm on the pill, actually we all
are."

   Of course all I think is two down, Ryelin and Tiffany and two too go,
Jayden and Misty.  The fact that there is a good chance of enjoying Ryelin
tomorrow morning has me smiling.

   "I don't know if you can accept me and there is not enough time to find
out today."

   "Can I come over during the week for more research?"

   She has her legs spread showing me that her heaven looks like and from
my angle it's perfect.  The beautiful pink opening should easily stretch to
accommodate me.  This's what she has in mind of being researched.

   "You'll have to get permission from your mom; I'm home most days by
six."

   "Maybe you can pick me up after work one day."

   "That's possible, but first your mom's permission."

   "I'll have her call."

   Dropping her off at her apartment building gives me a sad and good
feeling.  Sad because the opportunity of time wasn't available to take her
cherry or at least attempt it.  Happy that she will be back next week, as
I'm sure Tiffany will agree to her return.  Tomorrow is Ryelin.

   At home in bed, Jayden's scent engulfs me reminding me to change
everything and air the pillows so Ryelin can't distinguish Jayden's scent.
It has been nearly a week since enjoying her body.  Sleep over takes me, my
mind envisioning Ryelin on her knees with me behind her taking her doggy
style.

   The telephone wakes me.  It's Ryelin.

   "Good morning Don, did you have a good rest?  Did Jayden get what she
wanted?"

   The sleep is still leaving me but I have the presences of mind to keep
my mouth shut.  Now with my brain functioning, my bedside clock tells me I
slept in.

   "I guess she did her research and printed out a number of articles.  She
didn't mention anything that she is unsatisfied.  Why do you ask?"

   "Talk about avoiding the question, you know that isn't what I was
talking about.  Did she go to bed with you?"

   "Did you have a good sleep last night?"

   "You aren't going to answer me are you?"

   "Are we still going to meet?  If so what time."

   "Damn you Don, I guess I deserve that.  How about nine-forty-five at the
corner, just down from the apartment, there is no point in letting everyone
know we are meeting."

   "Sounds like a plan, if you haven't had breakfast yet we can stop."

   "Great, it will be better than corn flakes."

   "See you shortly."

   The first thing is a pot of coffee, need it to get started.  All the
windows in the bedroom are open making the room very cool, stripping the
bed and then remaking it with fresh linen, hopefully removing all the scent
of her sister.  That's something I hadn't even thought of, what if Tiffany
had been here last night.  She possibly suspects something happened during
the week at the cottage, but likely wouldn't be too impressed knowing
Ryelin had a fresh load of my cream dripping out of her Sunday evening when
she arrived home.

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   An angel is waiting for me when I drive up.  Ryelin is dressed in a
white form fitting outfit.  The shape of her bottom is detailed in her
slacks.  Just the thought of the beauty encased between her legs has me
hoping she would forget breakfast but that isn't too be.

   "Oh Don, I missed being with you, that week in the country ruined me."

   Keeping my lewd thoughts to myself, I could have responded in kind but
didn't want the foot in my mouth disease reoccurring.  Young girls, you got
to love them.

   "So where would you like to go for breakfast?"

   "Where ever you decide.  I am just happy to be with you."

   "Let's go to the Mall, there're a number of restaurants and of course
the food court.  You look good in that outfit."

   "Thank you, I thought you might like how it looked on me."

   Do all young women enjoy embarrassing men, fortunately in this case it
won't result in frustration as Ryelin is looking forward to our sexual
reunion as much as I am.  Walking into the mall we are hand in hand, the
men give me a thumb's up with their looks, the women, well let's say
interpreting their reaction, it's a little less than favorable.  Men seem
to appreciate the beauty in life's moments.

   Being with Ryelin is like rejuvenation.  Just being close with her
brings an aura of wellbeing.  Hell, I feel good.  Breakfast is enjoyable.
She has to be home at four which allows oodles of time.  My usual plan
would have been to go to the cottage Friday night after work, but Jayden's
visit put the kibosh to that.  Helping her with her jacket, gives me a fill
of her perfume mixed with the scent of her shampoo, thank goodness there is
not a long wait to actually be able to touch her.

   At the house there is no false modesty, we both head for the bedroom. 
Quickly undressing I watch as Ryelin removes her clothing one piece at a
time, carefully folding each item then removing another.  She seems to be
slower than usual then realizing she's teasing me, I grab her partly clad
body and we both fall to the bed.  Tasting her lips with the first kiss
leads to another.  My fingers roam over the expanses of her luscious young
body after removing her bra; I trace every detail of her upper body with
the tips of my fingers and kisses.  She smells so tantalizing.  She's
wearing a matching set of Victoria's Secret bra and boy cut panties, on her
they look devastating.  With my fingers at the waist band she lifts her
hips to allow the unveiling of heaven.  Her pussy is moist and as Jayden
pointed out still a bit swollen.  Her scent seems to have a direct line to
my tool.  Raining kisses on her pussy her hands are on my head guiding me,
no pressure just a slight movement.  Her sighs tell me she's enjoying
receiving my attention as much as I enjoy giving it.

   "That feels so good.  For some reason, everything I did this week
reminded me of what we did last week.  Both Misty and Jayden noticed my
pussy, did you realize how swollen it was after that big cock of yours
screwed me all week."

   There's a false look of shock on her face then she pulls me up and
kisses my moist lips.  Since there's no rush we cuddle, hell it feels good
to have her lean body pulled into mine.  Burying my face in her hair has
always been a favorite of mine.  She's so small, so soft and all woman.

   "So what did you do with Jayden last night?  She seemed happy when she
got home.  As she told us is that you have some interesting equipment.  She
didn't say what though.  What was she referring too?"

   "She was impressed with all the computer components, just as you were.
She seemed to do a lot of research as the printer pounded out sheet after
sheet.  She mentioned she would like to complete her assignment and then
come over and print out the finished product."

   "Yes that's what she said but we both know better than that, how far did
you go with my sister?  Is she as good as me?"

   "I've no idea of what you are talking about."

   "Lair."

   She's in my arms squirming as we rub our bodies against each other.  My
boner keeps getting in the way.  Finally she looks at me then grabs my
cock.

   "Let's get rid of this then I can snuggle with you.  I like being close
to you."

   "And how did you plan to get rid of this?"

   She looks at me pushes me over then is on her back lifting her knees and
then spreading her legs, her quim opens and beckons.

   "Guess."

   She easily accepts my length, the heat and moisture feels good on my
shaft.  With a strangle hold on my neck, my strokes are short but
effective. Her mouth is at my ear and her moan grows loader with each
insertion.  This is the way life should always be.  Bringing myself close
to the brink then stopping will prolong the feeling.  Ryelin's body doesn't
stop when mine does as she's still humping upwards longing for vaginal
relief.  On the fifth peak, she digs her fingernails into me and shoves her
pubes against my thrust and cums.  My ejaculation fills her void and leaves
both of us in a sublime mood.  Gently grasping her body, we swing to the
left and she ends up on top of me.  With her face nestled into my neck, my
fingers do the walking up and down her back to her bum and ass crack.

   Coming too, I realize we must have fallen asleep.  Ryelin is still on
top of me, but my deposit has seeped out of her and is all over my balls
and the sheets.  The rhythm of her breathing feels good on my chest, her
face is that of an angel, it's a shame it has to end but the clock is
screaming three, we have an hour.

   "Wake up sleepy head, if all you wanted to do is sleep you could have
stayed home."

   It take a few moments for that remark to register, first her eyes open
and seeing me her face breaks into a smile that can melt a heart of stone,
then my comment hits home, she comes too in a millisecond and pounds on me.

   "You brute, you enticed me here then have your way with me and now you
insult me."

   Encircling her body entrapping her arms, our lips meet, her body relaxes
and the passion flows.  My old soldier is awaking, no time we have to
shower and be on our way.

   "Wish I could have my way with you again but we have to get up and
shower."

   "I hate you; I wish we were at the cottage."

   "And I hate you too, but it doesn't change the fact we have to get up."

   She gives me a big hug trying to hold me down.  We enjoy the closeness
for a few seconds then it is a rush for the bathroom, she wins and the
shower is running.  Opening the door, I can't help but admire her preteen
body, glowing with health.  She proceeds to tease me as she washes her body
especially her pussy and titties, then she turns her back to me and leans
over to do her feet.  Her asshole is exposed as well as her open pink
pussy. It takes great willpower to overcome these temptations, I take heart
in knowledge there will be more.

   Then it is my turn, Ryelin stands in front of the mirror replenishing
her make-up that has taken a beating in bed.  Showering her scent permeates
the area when she applies fresh perfume.  That scent goes right to my cock.
It isn't fair!

   In the truck she looks at me a contented smile on her face, her hand on
my thigh; the heat of her touching just adds to my discomfort.  At the end
of her street, I stop.

   "Thank you for breakfast, can we do it again?"

   "Just let me know when you are hungry."

   With that she looks both ways and noticing that no one is even
interested in us, she leans over and kisses me.  My heart scream take her
back home.  With that thought in my little mind, she releases her seat
beat, opens the door and is gone.  Watching through the mirror until she
enters the building, a feeling of remorse hits me, there ought to be more.
The drive home is slow as I relive each moment with Ryelin.

   Once home, I find myself back in the bedroom, Ryelin's scent is
everywhere, laying on the bed a pleasant glow comes over me.  Then the
telephone rings, there goes the mood.  Call display tells me it is 'T. 
Milne' but which Milne.

   "Hello."

   "Hi Don, it's Tiffany."

   Of course in two milliseconds all kinds of things go through my mind, is
she calling as a result of the visits of her daughters?  Jayden she's aware
of but Ryelin's?  A chill runs through my body, is it guilt?

   "Hello Tiffany."

   "Just a couple of things, thanks for letting Jayden use your computer
and I told her it would be fine for her to visit again as long as it isn't
disturbing you."

   The only thing being disturbed is my cock as it's growing and tenting in
my slacks.  Jayden made it clear the next time she wants what Ryelin has
been receiving.

   "Not a problem, all she has to do is call, I can pick her up."

   "Thanks again, you don't know how much this helps them with their
marks."

   Not to mention what the visits do for me.

   "I'm glad to help."

   "There's another thing."

   Here it comes, my spine is tingling.

   "What is it?"

   "I belong to a group 'Parents Without Partners' it's helped talking with
others in similar situations and it's help the girls as well, they've a
group called 'Spinners' and they meet once a month."

   This has to be leading somewhere.

   "And?"

   "They need a speaker for the end of January and I was hoping you would
be the one.  With all your experience with computers and viruses, it's
something that most of the kids can relate too.  Will you do it?  Jayden
suggested you."

   What the hell can I say?  Usually my talks are for the staffs of my
clients who continue to operate their stations without the benefit of
Anti-virus programs that are provided by the employer.  Speaking to
youngsters will be something new.

   "I would be happy to help.  Just give me the location and the time and I
will come up with a talk."

   "Thank you again, I'm so happy that you came into our lives.  Do you
have another moment, Jayden want to ask you something."

   "Put her on."

   Just thinking of Jayden and considering her sister just extracted every
drop of cum from me, my cock is solid as a rock.

   "Hi Don, mom said it is fine for me to come over to finish my project.
Would Tuesday be ok?"

   "Should be, what time is convenient?"

   "The earlier the better it will give me more time."

   Her voice is telling me it isn't the assignment she is talking about.

   "How about I call you when leaving the office?"

   "I'll be ready."

   There's a chill running through my body as the telephone goes silent. 
The thought of Jayden and her desires to emulate her sister has me hurting.
Changing my focus is difficult but necessary.  My challenge is to create a
talk that will be of interest to a group of youngsters.  That is on my mind
when sleep overtakes me with just a little of Jayden's naked body sprawled
out on the bed.

   Sunday is a day of research for the talk and soul searching about
Tuesday with Jayden.

   ************************* **************** ****************

   Monday proves to be another disaster for our clients.  The good thing
about it is in no time, we are leaving the office and on our way home with
Sarbie in the passenger seat.  She's a pleasure to be with; she's
intelligent as well as beautiful.  Today something is different; it takes a
while for me to realize what it is.  Prior to leaving she must have
refreshed her scent as it fills the cab with an antagonizing odor and
causes me to stare at her at every stop.  Her lips are coated with a
striking shade of red lip-gloss and seem to be calling me.

   "Another typical Monday; but it wasn't as bad as last week."

   "No, thank goodness, I was able to handle everything on my own."

   She looks at me realizing I'm staring at her a beautiful blush fills her
face, with her dark complexion her olive skin glows.  Her coat is open; my
eyes target her breasts moving as she breathes.  Not the largest in the
world they're just right for her.  As much as I would love to purse this,
I'll let her make the first move.  Dropping her off, I enjoy her scent on
my way home.

   Just prior to leaving the office Tuesday, I call Jayden, she's more than
ready.  The troubling part is today Sarbie is wearing a very revealing low
cut blouse, her bra is a white demi-cup lined with lace.  Several times
during the day she seems to make an effort to make sure that I got a good
look at her, but that could have been all in my mind.  She did give me a
beautiful sexy smile then licked her lips just before running to her
apartment building that's a first.  The trip to pick up Jayden has me on
pins and needles; as much as I want to deflower her, my subconscious has
some reservations.  That changes when she comes bounding out of the
building as the Suburban approaches.  Still in her school uniform and
carrying her backpack, all I see is a beautiful young girl with long
shapely legs looking forward to coming home with me.  Helping her into the
passenger seat the scent of shampoo and perfume hits me.  She has been
preparing for this.  My reluctance goes out the window, once in the
driver's seat and moving her hand is on my thigh, my eyes target her legs
where her skirt has risen or has been lifted exposing her stay-ups and her
pubes molded into her panties.

   "I'm so happy.  I can't believe this is happening."

   With my hands firmly squeezing the steering wheel, we leave.  In the
driveway the garage door opens and once in it automatically closes. 
There's a click as Jayden releases her seatbelt and she's next to me, her
lips on mine.  Her kiss is not of a ten year old.  Her soft hands are all
over my face; grabbing them I kiss the palms on both.

   "Let's go in."

   Inside, her intentions are obvious.  Dropping her coat, she stands
before me in a white blouse and pleated skirt looking like an angel. 
Swallowing numerous times, I just look.

   "Mom told me you are going to speak at the 'Spinners' meeting this
month."

   "Yes, but I'm not sure what to talk about."

   "Just about computers and viruses, most of the kids have computers."

   "Would you like one?"

   "Would it mean not coming over here?"

   "That depends on your mom."

   "Well if it does, I don't want it and I don't think Ryelin will want one
either."

   Like with the prior visit someone has assisted her with her makeup. 
With her lip-gloss and eye shadow she looks like a girl in her mid-teens
not ten.  When she walks, her pleated shirt flows from side to side,
emphasizing her hips.  She's a woman even at ten, a woman on a mission. 
She comes to me and grabs my hand leading my upstairs to the bedroom.

   "The computer isn't in my bedroom."

   "I know but that's where the bed is.  You know what I want."

   Standing to one side still nervous of a ten year old, she slowly removes
her blouse then her skirt, makes a production out of removing her shoes
then her stockings and stands before me.  The crotch of her mauve panties
shows definite signs of dampness.

   "Well what are you waiting for?  Get undressed.  Mom expects me back at
nine it's a school night."

   One part of me is saying go for it, the other has reservation, why I
don't know.  Over the past couple of years there have been a number of
young ladies in my bed, maybe it's the fact that I've been with her mother
and sister.

   Jayden eyes focus on my raging hardon.  She licks her lips and gets on
the bed motioning me to join her.  She looks so petit beside me.  Gazing at
her young body is like viewing a miniature ebony Venus.  Her breathing is
uneven, like she's gasping for breath.  Even on her back there are small
noticeable protrusions in her bra, not much but very sexy.  Her tummy is
flat, her belly button very deep.  Touching her she jerks in surprises then
smiles and actually relaxes.  Her skin is so soft so warm.  Now at her bra
she lifts her body giving me access to the two hooks, once released the bra
easily slips off.  Her nipples are not large but they are erect and hard.
Guiding my lips over each brings a shudder through her body.  Tasting each
one gets a repeat of the tremble, her hands on the side of my head pulling
me into her body.  Her skin taste like sister's, her reaction and sighs are
like Ryelin.  Her nipples are so sensitive that my manipulations cause her
body to pulsate with excitement.  Will Misty be the same?  Hell, will Misty
even be interested?

   Even from her breast area my keen sense of smell picks up her womanly
scent that is permeating her panties.  Moving from her titties to her belly
button my kisses travel lower.  Jayden can't wait, her hips are up and she
is lowering her panties to give me access to Nirvana.  The sculpture before
me is a work of art as all women's bodies are.  For one so young, Jayden
has all the curves of a mature female, with very little baby fat remaining.
Her hips are very discernible.  Her legs are well defined, her skin
glistening in the light.  But the jewel of her body is her vulva, swollen
with sexual excitement, her labia extended and moist.  The soft pink color
is such a contrast to her complexion.  It puts me into a mesmerized state.
Jayden's touch on my arm brings me back.

   "Aren't you going to do anything but look?  We haven't got all night you
know."

   First my lips are on her soft inner thighs; her skin scent is of soap
and just a sprinkling of her scent.  Slowly working my way toward heaven
her animal scent reels me in.  At the fountain of youth, my tongue partakes
of the gifts before me.  Jayden raises her hips to get better contact, my
tongue slips between the folds.  After the second climax she is pushing me
away, there is a determined look on her face.

   "Don, I want the same as Ryelin and mom, I want to feel you in me."

   My tool is more than ready to try, but there's still that uneasy feeling
that she could be too young and too small, damned if I do and damned if I
don't.  She doesn't help as she pulls her knees up and spreads her legs,
opening her blossom.  The panorama of colors coated with my tonguing and
her natural lubrication is very appealing, calling me.  Arranging my body,
my spear at the ready I ponder the next step.

   "Are you sure Jayden?  I am very happy to continue to enjoy you orally.
I really do love making you cum."

   "I like that too but I want to feel the rest of it.  If you can do
Ryelin, you can do me."

   Now between her legs she reaches down and directs the tip to her
opening. Is this a natural instinct of females?  Moving closer the tip
senses moisture and heat.  Slowly sliding the head forward she lifts her
body to ensure additional depth and contact.  Huston we have blast off. 
The heat is registering in my mind.  Slowly proceeding inwards, we have
contact with her hymen.  Her eyes are glassy her breathing ragged she is
rocking her head left and right on the pillow.

   "More Don, I can feel you in me.  Do it!"

   After a few trail strokes bouncing off her hymen, with one strong stroke
her barrier is breached and we are in.  The pain of her membrane tearing
and the thrust brings an exhaust from her lungs and a tear in her eye.

   "It always hurts the first time."

   "Yes, I know but I didn't know how much."

   In all my experience this is the time I feel like a shit.  There's no
way around the initial pain.  My cock is registering moist heat in its
tight glove.  Gingerly my movements in and out remove the grimace of pain
to one of wonder on her face.  That's one of the wonderful things about a
woman's body; it soon registers pleasure after the initial pain.  My
control is exceptional as a result of feelings for Jayden's initial pain,
the urge to cum is relatively low; my main concern is providing enjoyment
for her.  When she starts lifting her body to meet my downward thrust, my
goal has been reached, it's the sign I've been waiting for.

   "Don, I have never felt like this before, is this what Ryelin and mom
like.  It feels so good."

   Answering her isn't an option, satisfying her vaginally via my cock is.
My concentration is on her movements and vocal sounds, like tuning an
engine; I wait for the correct rhythm.  Finally her small body seems to
freeze; she gasps for air and holds it she's about to cum.  Brain to shaft,
it's time.  Just as she exhales, every nerve ending in my cock seems to
explode with the gift of hot cum flowing as fast as the hydraulics pump it
into her virgin womb.  Relief flows through me, Jayden arms are around my
neck squeezing the life out of me.  Finally she relaxes and flops back to
the bed.

   "Wow, what a ride.  I feel like there're no bones in my body."

   My stub leaves its home, beside her my hands are running up and down her
small body.  There is no way to describe the feelings we just went through.
Each time with a new young lady is so memorable, each time seems better
than the last; of course it is all in my mind.  Pulling her close we lay in
spoon fashion, she wiggles her bum to get closer to me.  This is something
we could get used too but time is our enemy, time to get dressed.  Kissing
the top of her head bring a sigh response.

   "We have to get up, you need to shower as we can't have you going home
smelling like a whore in heat."

   "Is this what a whore smells like?"

   "You're incorrigible."

   "What does that mean?"

   "It means if you don't get up we will have to do it again."

   She pulls away from me and shifts her body into the missionary position,
legs spread, blood tinged cum slowly seeping from heaven.  My soldier is
struggling to come to attention but seconds will have to wait.

   Now up I grab her right leg and pull, she feigns a struggle and finally
gets up following me to the shower, opening the door I point, there is no
way we are showering together, my willpower is good but not that good.

   "You first, I've to change the bed linen."

   The sheets show evidence that someone must have been cleaning chickens,
as it's covered with virgin blood and cum.  The smell provides the
encouragement my tool needs to regain its stature but it's a bit too late.
A quick trip to the laundry room then back to the bedroom to remake the
bed, it is finished as Jayden steps out of the bathroom she is naked,
drying her lithe body looking up to see me staring she smile and removes
the towel.

   "Are you sure you want to take me home?"

   The feeling in my cock says no but my grey matter tells me to get my ass
in gear as time is a wasting.  Not answering, walking by her she swats me,
in the shower the proof of Jayden's deflowering leaves my body and swirls
down the drain.

   She's dressed and brushing her hair, she looks so innocent.  Now in the
Suburban she is so quiet, it has me wondering is something amiss?  Then she
looks at me, smiles as only she can, reaches over and pats my thigh.

   "Humm, I feel so crazy, my body's still tingling.  Is it always like
that?"

   "Most times, with the right partner, I aim to please."

   "You did.  Misty is going to be pissed about this."

   "What about?"

   "You and me, you and Ryelin, I know she likes you too."

   At the curb she releases her seat belt moves over the console and kisses
me, her hand on my face caressing me.  Then she's gone.  Sleep will come
quickly tonight.

   Over the next two weeks, both Jayden and Ryelin call numerous times both
wanting to meet.  For some reason or other it doesn't happen.  My
relationship with Sarbie hasn't taken any advance forward other than she
continues to accept my hospitality by allowing me to drive her home.  The
one thing that does become obvious is she doesn't mind my studying her
body. She continues to lean over when I am close giving me numerous
opportunities to enjoy her beauty.  She seems to have a broad wardrobe of
very sexy bras making me wonder if her panties match.

   On Tuesday Tiffany calls to remind me of the meeting of the 'Spinners'
on Friday.  Giving me the address and time she hangs up but not before
reminding me she would like a rematch of her visit in December.  At my
computer, I prepare my speech about computers in general and of viruses in
particular.  It should last about fifteen minutes.  There will be time for
some questions from the audience.  On Thursday while talking to one of my
clients, I happened to mention the talk, she volunteers to send some
pamphlets and CD's about computers and the courses one of their affiliates
provide.  Accepting her offer she promises to send them via courier to the
office.

   Friday morning there is a large package on my desk when I arrive. 
Inside are pamphlets, CD's and a number of items to give to the attendees.
The day goes fast; on the trip home Sarbie is as intoxicating as ever,
maybe even more.  At every stop light, I focus on her lips, coated with a
gloss that seems to simmer.  Should I ask her to dinner?  Dropping her off,
watching her disappear into the building has me wondering.  But tonight is
the meeting of the 'Spinners'.

   After my Chinese, a shower and a cup of coffee, no Black Russians till I
come home.  The hall is easy to find, once parked I grab the box of goodies
and head for the door.  Once inside, I am greeted by Tiffany and a group of
what I assume is other young mothers without partners.  They like Tiffany
are very attractive and well dressed and have me wondering why they are
without partners, it's certainly not looks.

   "Don, thank you so much for coming; this's the function committee."

   She introduces me to all, each in turn offer me their hand.  Two give me
a squeeze that does nothing for my decorum.  Finally Tiffany leads me into
the hall; the size of the group surprises me.  There has to be at least
ninety people counting children and parents.  The number of men in
attendance actually surprises me.  When you hear the term Parents without
Partners the male thinking is it is woman; that's a fallacy.

   There's a tugging at my arm it is Jayden and beside her is a young blond
girl, her body yet to develop but her face is that of a movie star, full
lips, dreamy striking blue eyes framed in shoulder length stylized hair. 
Her body is long and lanky, totally featureless.

   "Mr.  Parson, I want you to mean my best friend Hayley Todd.  We have
been buds since we started school."

   Hayley blushes when I offer to shake her hand, reluctantly she grabs it
and shakes.  The electricity of her touch goes right where it shouldn't. 
She looks at me in astonishment; the charge must have been mutual. 
Realizing we're both still grasping each other's hand, my squeeze is
answered by her and we drop the physical contact but not the eye.  In the
past other young girls have had similar effects on me but nothing like this
experience.  Jayden notices it as well and there's a big smile on her face.

   "See Hayley, I told you he's nice.  Come on Don you're to speak shortly.
Hayley and I have front row seats."

   Great, that is all I need is the distraction of a knowing Jayden and the
startling attraction of Miss Hayley Todd.  Searching the crowd neither
Ryelin nor Misty is in attendance.  My presentation actually is not too bad
only three goofs; each of the times the result of making eye contact with
Hayley.  What's this girl doing to me?  The handouts were well received;
many youngsters and parents came and thanked me, towards the end of the
evening refreshments are served.  Out of nowhere both Jayden and Hayley
appear.

   "Don, come and sit with us."

   Hell I'm as nervous as a cat, just being close to this young lady. 
There's no reason that I can think of for this feeling of apprehension,
after all she is only a young preteen, and at least I assume she's close to
Jayden age.  The coffee is acceptable, politely refusing the cookies
offered.  Then out of the wilderness Tiffany is calling for Jayden to help
her clean up, leaving me with Hayley.  We are side by side on benches that
line those long hall tables.  Looking down at this young lady, her scent of
clean clothes and just a slight aroma of either body wash or a sprinkling
of perfume, nothing very strong but the effect on me is like being hit by
lightning; the urge to reach out and touch her is strong, too strong.  My
tool is growing, I hope no one yells fire, it would be very embarrassing.

   "So you and Jayden are best buds."

   She turns and looks at me her angelic face smiling, eye to eye; her soft
moist pink tongue slips out and moistens her already hypnotic lips. 
Looking down her body there is no evidence of any protrusion on her chest.
The table cloth blocks any chance to see below her waist.

   "Yes we have been friends since grade one.  We are very close and tell
each other everything."

   That comment sends a chill through me, we're still eye to eye, and her
gaze hasn't flinched not one iota.  Mine on the other hand has to show a
bit of surprise and shock.  A small all knowing smile seems to tell me she
knows more than she should about my relationship with Jayden.  She moves
ever so slightly towards me to a point that our thighs are getting to know
each other, again the touch is like the hand shake, electrifying.

   "Everything, no secrets, it must be nice to have a friend like that."

   "It is; there isn't anything we don't share."

   Maybe some should shout fire; it would give me a chance to run.  How old
is this young vixen?  Her mannerisms are mesmerizing as she moves so does
her hair, it flows like water, giving me the feeling of drowning. 
Spellbound by what could happen if what she is saying is true, now I am
praying for someone to yell fire.

   "How old are you?"

   "I will be eleven next month.  Yea, I don't look it, I wish I had
Jayden's body then guys would look at me."

   She put a heavy accent on the word guys and I'm sure her thigh pushed
harder against me.  If she could see my lower leg she would know she does
have an effect on guys at least older guys like me.  Where's this going?

   "Well I think you are very attractive, I would have never guessed you
were eleven."

   Why that came out of my mouth it beyond me.  It must have been the right
thing to say, her face lights up, her eyes are shining.  What is happening
to me?  You would think that we were both teeny boppers just making out. 
There's a voice in the crowd calling her name she turns and leans her body
against me, the heat is nearly unbearable, what I wouldn't do just to reach
out and touch her, well maybe caress her young body.

   "That's my mom, she wants something, please excuse me."

   She's polite, she moves off the bench, my eyes burning holes in her back
as she moves towards her mom, her legs are very thin, with just a slight
hint of calves but such a soft glowing pink.  Her mother, built in a
similar fashion, is tall thin and with the same blond hair and facial
features, very striking.  The mother looks over to me and waves, sheepishly
I wave back, she turns to her daughter in conversation nodding her head,
she seems satisfied, Hayley returns to me, her frontal image is similar to
her back thin in my mottled thinking it has me wondering what wonders are
actually hidden beneath her dress, does she wear sexy panties, or really
mundane things.  But it's her face, the real focal point of her being. 
It's to die for.

   "Mom just wanted to know where Jayden was, she told me to tell you she
enjoyed your talk."

   "Well, you can thank her for me."

   "I will."

   She sits beside me this time nearly on my lap.  Body contact brings back
my subsiding hardon.  The top of her head is only inches from my face, her
scent drifts upwards.  The urge to lean over and touch and kiss her hair is
tantalizing.  Don, get control of yourself.  The gathering is breaking up;
many are walking up to Tiffany and Mrs.  Todd, having chat and then leave.
It would appear they were the conveners for tonight.

   "Looks like it is time for me to leave, everyone is leaving."

   "Jayden said you are driving us home.  Mom and Mrs.  Milne are staying
for a meeting."

   Just nodding my body doing its best to betray me, looking away from her
the pretense is searching for Jayden; it would have been interesting to
have her alone in the truck, as I could use a little loving after my
encounter with Hayley.  From behind a voice calls to us, it's Jayden.

   "It is time to leave.  I told Hayley you would drive us, you don't
mind?"

   "My pleasure, do you live in the same building?"

   "No, we live two units down from Jayden's building."

   The trip home is quiet, Hayley's in the passenger seat, and Jayden in
the back, her face is in the rear view mirror smiling at me.  Pulling up to
the entrance, Jayden quickly stands and leans over the console, when I turn
she kisses me, not a peck but a real kiss.  What's Hayley thinking?

   "I'll call you tomorrow Hayley; Don will drive you to your building."

   With that she's gone, we watch her at the door turn and wave then
disappear.  Slowly bringing the truck to the street, I watch Hayley to
indicate which building is hers.

   "Mine is the one with the two lights beside the door."

   Pulling up, I stop and look at her.  That smile again has butterflies
flickering in my stomach.  She makes a production out of releasing the seat
belt, just as I am about to get out to assist her, her voice stops me.

   "Aren't you going to kiss me too?"

   Kiss her, hell I don't feel safe with myself even touching her.  She may
be slight but for some reason my desires are much more than just a kiss.

   "You want me to kiss you?"

   "If you like, Jayden enjoys it.  Don't you?"

   Kissing and doing many things with young girls is a passion of mine but
it isn't something that just happens.

   "Kissing is nice, if you are sure, lean over."

   She surprises me; she seems to vault over the console leaving no other
choice than to grab her.  Her body is soft, small and ever so frail.  My
hands automatically caress her back.  Even through her coat, feeling her
close to me sends tremors though my body.  One thing those few seconds tell
me is this girl can kiss.  I'm sure my toenails curl, her kiss is that
exhilarating.  She's the one that pulls away, that smile's there again.

   "Thank you for driving me home.  I hope we'll see each other again."

   Watching her leave, I attempt to regain my composure.  Silently I answer
that it's my wish to see her again but never realized how soon it would be.
The drive home is pleasant but leaves me frustrated.  Satisfaction was so
close but slipped out of my hands.  It is nearly ten when I watch the news,
a Black Russian in my hand.  The telephone rings, it is from T.  Milne, but
which one?

   "Hi Don."

   It's Jayden.

   "Hi Jayden, I didn't expect to hear from you tonight."

   "Well I couldn't talk in front of Hayley, but I would like to see you
tomorrow if possible."

   My thoughts are how much I would have liked to have had her company
tonight after the effect Hayley had on me.  Jayden and Ryelin are proven
satisfiers.

   "What did you have in mind?"

   "We could meet at the mall; say nine-thirty in the food court."

   "That'll work for me."

   "Good, have to hang up mom just came in, see you tomorrow."

   The line goes dead.  For some reason the Black Russian tastes even
better than it did before the call.  In the morning after breakfast, I
change all the bed linen and have a quick shower, as with the Boy Scouts
motto, 'Be Prepare' comes to mind.  Actually I'm at the mall at
nine-fifteen, piping hot coffee in hand.  Time will go fast as the mall is
coming to life; a number of young beauties are having breakfast.  As the
designated time gets closer my gaze is on, searching for my ebony beauty.
Then the surprise, or should I say shock, it's not Jayden but Hayley that
appears and heads right to me sporting a knowing smile.  Her blond hair
frames her face, she has just a hint of lip gloss, and her eyes are
made-up, not glaring but just enough for effect.  The effect on me is a
raging hardon.

   Her coat is open, exposing a white, very flat, sweater, trimmed with red
lace.  Her jeans are actually molded to her very slim figure but they don't
show anything.  She sits down smiling.

   "Hello Hayley, this's a surprise."

   "Not really, I'm the stand in."

   "Stand in?"

   "For Jayden, you have been set up."

   Should I be pissed off or pleased?

   "Set up, how so?"

   "Jayden told me all about her visit to your house, I begged her to ask
you if I could have some of the same."

   "Are you sure you know what happened?"

   "I think so, we were together the next day, and she showed me her pussy
it was all puffy from what you did.  Is that what you mean?"

   There's no question she knows what happened between myself and Jayden.
There's no point in attempting to deny it.  We look at each other.  She
really does have a face of an angel.

   "Would you like something to eat, drink?"

   "No, not really."

   "You are sure about this?"

   "As sure as I can be, Jayden says you made her feel like a woman, I want
that too."

   Leaving the coffee, she follows me out of the mall to the truck.  Every
time I sneak a look at her she's looking at me.  This is embarrassing. 
Usually the circumstances involving a meeting with my young friends, is a
mutual thing.  This time it is a setup between Hayley and her
co-conspirator Jayden.

   The auto door opener on the garage fascinates her as does the size and
the inside of the house.  The size seems to throw everybody off.

   "This's a big house for one person."

   "It is, but I like it."

   In the foyer, I take her coat.  Leading her to the living room, we sit
opposite each other, this is very awkward.  My mind wanders; does she have
blonde pubic hair, or is she hairless?  It takes a good shake to bring me
back to the present.  She looks so slight, so small a frame.  The jeans
can't cover the fact that her legs are thin but it is her face her that is
her redeeming factor, she's beautiful.  Wondering what to do next she takes
the initiative.  Approaching me, she stands in front of me then sits on my
knee; she is as light as a feather.  The heat of our bodies is highlighted
with contact.  Turning her face up to me, I can't help myself, we kiss.

   The kiss is a passionate one, her arms slip around my neck, when the
kiss is broken she cuddles into my neck, her breathing ragged.  Her hair is
so soft against my face and she smells so good.

   "Take me to your bedroom."

   Carrying Hayley is no strain; she can't weight more than eighty pounds.
As we enter the room she lifts her head surveying the bed, then she nestles
me again.  Sitting on the bed, I just hold her smelling her hair and wonder
what the hell is going to happen next.  This goes on for a couple of
minutes then she breaks free and her shoes hit the floor with a plop.  She
scurries to the top of the bed then on her back, head on the pillow and
watches me.  Nervous, I remain frozen.  My eyes follow her fingers; she
lowers the zipper on her jeans, and then lifts her hips and wiggles a bit
as they are lowered exposing plain white little girl panties.  There is a
picture of some kind of a comical bird just where heaven is located.  Next
is her T-shirt, once removed she is laying there in her panties and an
undershirt.  She has no need for any type of bra.

   "Aren't you going to get undressed?"

   Actually she isn't undressed but close to it.  She is thin with no
evident curves but for some reason she is very appealing maybe because of
her shapelessness.  Her panties are loose against her body as is the
undershirt.  She does have feminine wiles, she raises her knees spreads her
legs and starts a mesmerizing motion in and out, my eyes are focused on the
meeting place of her legs.

   This iss difficult; we have had no other interaction other than the
meeting last night, how will she react seeing a full-blown male?  Has she
even seen a penis before?  I know absolutely nothing about her other than
she knows Jayden.  Taking the bull by the horn, no pun intended, I strip to
au natural.  My pole standing out strong and firm, her eyes focus then seem
to stand out of her head like saucers.

   "You put that in Jayden?  How could it fit?"

   "We can stop now and I can take you home."

   Her body answers me; she lifts her hips and lowers her panties exposing
the cutest pink peach I have seen in a long time, completely hairless, but
so sculptured.  Her skin is smooth, her tummy so flat with just a small
indentation where her bellybutton is hiding.  She shifts her body again and
removes her undershirt.  As suspected, no breasts just two small
protrusions perched on two flat dark brown quarter sized areolas.  Now
totally naked she beckons me to the pillow beside her.

   "Before we do anything are you sure?"

   "Yes, I'm sure."

   "What time are you to be home?"

   "Need to be at the mall by three-thirty to meet Jayden and likely my
mom, I've my cell if mom wants me sooner."

   Now beside her we hug her small frame against me.  My body is actually
trembling as my fingers explore her small but hard nipples.  With each
touch, her body finches and there's an audible sigh.  Her alabaster skin is
such a contrast to Jayden's and Ryelin's.  Flawless with no noticeable
blemishes, warm to the touch.  Leaving her nipples next is her bellybutton,
obviously sensitive as she wiggles at my touch and finally to heaven, her
pussy is like a tight small bun, her outer luv lips are smooth, her labia
still under developed doesn't protrude.  Guiding her too her back, I can no
longer just look.  Using my lips starting at her ears, it is like
discovering a new world.  For one so young, her kisses are filled with
passion.  Her tongue has the mint taste of toothpaste.  Her taunt nipples
seem to grow under my sucking, her bellybutton although small is deep,
finally at my goal her sexual scent emits from heaven, it's a mild but
heady bouquet, after inhaling several deep breaths the aphrodisiac scent
goes right to my root.  It's now rigidly extended to its max.

   Hayley's watching my every move and as the same time studies my spear.
Positioning myself between her very thin legs, she instinctively spreads
for me.  Her peach opens just a bit, exposing a beautiful shade of moist
pink contrasting with her pale white skin.  My first taste brings a welcome
sight and she raises her hips for better contact.  The tip of my tongue
explores her virgin pussy; my taste buds explode as her flavor registers.
It's mild, with a faint tang to it.  The more my tongue manipulates it the
greater the flow of her female essences.  Then the discovery, my tongue
feels a slight protrusion on the top of her cleft, it's nearly
indiscernible to the eye, her clitoris.  My first flick gets a startling
reaction; she lifts her hips mashing my lip into my teeth.  The taste of my
blood is mixed with the taste of her sexual offering.

   Once the pain goes away, my mind concentrates on the job at hand,
bringing Hayley to an oral climax.  Spreading her legs to the maximum my
mouth attaches to her pussy like a vacuum and sucks while my tongue
continues to manipulate her tiny clitoris.  After what seem to be an
eternity, she slowly lifts her hips, her breathing heavy.

   "What's happening?"

   She is close, patiently I continue, and then it happens, there is a gasp
of breath then nothing as her body registers the sexual happening.  Then
Hayley's world collapses as she explodes.  There's a gush of pussy juice
gratefully accepted; the taste as with all young girls is very addictive.
Her breathing is labored then the regular rhythm returns.

   "What a feeling, is that what Jayden was taking about?"

   "Likely, I enjoy doing this with her as well."

   "Humm, I bet a lot of girls from 'Spinners' would love this."

   That brings me to the present.

   "What do you mean?"

   "We may be young but we do talk about these things.  Many of the girls
profess interest in all things sexy but most of us don't know what it is
all about.  Now I do."

   Recalling the hall last night there were a large number of young girls
and their mothers that had me wondering what they would be like in the same
position Hayley is in now.  Many were far more developed physically than
Hayley.  It is certainly food for thought but right now Hayley is about to
receive more of the same.  Frustrated as I am, my goal is to bring her to
the heights to the point where she yells uncle.  Cupping her small bum
cheeks, I lift her pussy and enjoy.  During one climax she twists so she is
lying on her tummy, not to be denied, I spread her cheeks exposing an
interesting bum hole; it appears to have a larger opening than her pussy,
framed with a dark brown hue a distinctive contrast to her skin.  The
opening itself is larger than a dime with a dark brown rim, I wonder.  The
rim seems to be calling me.  My tongue does its thing and causes chaos.

   "What are you doing?"

   It is hard to speak with your tongue trying to penetrate the un-
impenetrable, but it is fun trying.  Finally the nerve endings send a
signal to Hayley that my tonguing feels good and she stop wiggling.  It is
difficult to say if she had an anal climax but the sighs and moans tell me
she enjoys it.  Finally she moves away.

   "Enough, I feel sore all over.  I can't believe what you did to me."

   "Didn't you enjoy it?"

   She looks sheepishly at me and nods.

   "That's what matters about sex, the fact that you enjoy the way someone
touches you."

   "But you licked my bum hole."

   "As you get older you will realize that in sex everything is fair and
your bum hole is another opening for sex.  Your so called bum hole will
provide you with much sexual pleasure if manipulated correctly.  Sex is not
supposed to hurt."

   "You mean you can put that thing in my bum?"

   Not answering her, I lean down and kiss her, her tongue tastes the
residue of herself on my lips.  She grabs my hand pulling me towards her,
lying beside her she cuddles into me.

   "Are you going to put that in me?"

   "No, as much as I'd like too, you're still too small."

   "What about my other hole?  Besides you did it too Jayden and Ryelin."

   Just how much did Jayden tell her?  Does she know about Tiffany as well?

   "Both of the girls are much more physically developed than you, your
time will come."

   If we had more time, I'd be tempted to introduce her to anal sex but it
certainly can't be rushed.

   "Will you do me then?"

   "If we're still friends and you want me too."

   "We'll be."

   She keeps looking at my cock.  The precum is flowing.  Finally she gets
brave and grabs it.  There's a look of fascination on her face as she
explores.  Comfortable on my back, her hand find my sac and she handles my
balls ever so gentle.  Like many before her she is intrigued by my
foreskin. Fingering the tip of my cock she experiments with the precum,
first sniffing it then surprisingly tasting it.  She looks at me smiling.

   "It doesn't taste that bad.  A couple of boys at school keep asking
girls to suck them, they're pigs."

   Time will likely change that attitude.  Males should be offering to lick
a girl's pussy but that's not the way we're built, self-gratification
rules. The wonder is between all female's legs, something I can never get
enough of.

   Hayley brings me back when a soft moist mouth engulfs the head of my
cock.  Looking up she is sucking.  She looks so small with my engorged cock
in her mouth.  She will be a heartbreaker when she fills out.

   "Do you know what happens if you keep doing that?"

   Her blue eyes are shining, her mouth doesn't leave me but she does nod.
Nearly a week of build-up floods her mouth, she does her best to swallow
all but the shock and being the first time is too much for her.  Some comes
out of her nose, more just flows from the corners of her lips.  She is
coughing and snorting.

   "How come there's so much?"

   Cum is running down her chest between her nipples.  She wipes her nose
then blows.  Providing a number of tissues helps get rid of the surplus,
she is definitely going to need a shower.  Can't have her going home
smelling of spent cum; her mother won't be pleased.  Hell it is nearly
three, no time to waste.

   "When I'm with a beautiful young lady it seems to increase the flow."

   The look of astonishment and pride fills her face.

   "You really think I'm beautiful?  I don't have any boobs and my nipples
are so small."

   "To me you're very beautiful; I would hate to be a young man trying to
date you when you actually have boobs."

   Her looks changes quickly from a smile to foreboding.

   "Why?"

   "The line of boys will be so long; it could be months before you even
looked at me."

   Boom, the smile returns, she leans over and gives me a slight punch.

   "Don, you really are full of it."

   "Time for you to have a shower, can't have you going home smelling like
sperm, I don't think it would impress your mom."

   She giggles and follows me to the bathroom, after laying out towels etc,
I leave.  Back in the bedroom, it is obvious that the mess we made on the
bed necessitates a change of linen.  Once made, the sound of shower stops,
Hayley is done.  Hell she is a vision when she returns to the bedroom still
drying her hair.  Her body although like a string bean has my lower leg
reacting.  I really don't know what it is but she looks so sexy.  Her peach
seems to glow.

   "You are beautiful Hayley."

   "Thank you for saying that, can I come back?"

   "Anytime you want."

   A feeling of despair takes over me as she dresses, it is twofold, the
fact she is covering up and that we have to leave.  We are at the mall in
good time and in the food court nursing drinks.  First Jayden shows up. 
The conversation gets hot and heavy between the two.

   "Well, did you like it?"

   "We didn't do anything?"

   "Nothing, you're kidding."

   "Well maybe we did a little but not that."

   "That" has to be intercourse.

   "What did you do?"

   "Don used his mouth on me."

   Jayden smiles she seems to float away remembering the feeling of me
eating her but quickly comes back.

   "Nice isn't it?"

   When Hayley blushes everybody knows, her pale skin turns rosy.  She's
squirming in her seat.

   "I like it too, don't you think he has a long tongue."

   To my left I can see Mrs.  Todd making her way towards us, clearing my
throat gets Jayden's attention, then nodding to the left she notices her as
well, the conversation changes quickly.

   "So what movie are we going to see; oh, hi Mrs.  Todd."

   "Hello girls."

   Her eyes are on me; she recognizes me but can't place where we met.  She
is wearing a blouse and pleated skirt that moves gracefully with her body.
The blouse is a blue silky material, showing just slight protrusions, very
appealing for her frame.  Looking at her, it isn't hard to see where her
daughter gets her fabulous looks.  Her blond hair is in a similar fashion
to her daughters, her make-up is flawless.  Shit, I'm staring.

   "Hi mom, this's Mr.  Parson, the man who spoke at our meeting."

   The look of recognition brings a smile to her face, a devastating smile.
She seems to cause the same uneasy feeling in me as her daughter.  Her
movements are very feminine, slow and so graceful.

   "Won't you join us, can I get you something?"

   "Thank you, a coffee would be great, just a bit of cream."

   "Girls, can I get you anything?"

   "No thanks; we've to go the movie is starting shortly."

   When I return with the coffees, the girls are gone; Mrs.  Todd has
opened her jacket and is sitting prime and proper waiting.  Something about
her has me tingling, a crazy feeling running up and down my spine.

   "Here you are, it's actually very good."

   During the conversation, she tells me her first name is Sydney, she like
Tiffany lost her husband years ago.  She is a Registered Nurse at one of
the major hospitals and enjoys her work.  It turns out she is close to
Tiffany, they both joined 'Parent's Without Partners' the same month.  Both
assisted each other through difficult times and often baby-sit for each
other.  There's an older daughter currently in dance class.

   "So want brings you to the mall Mr.  Parson?"

   "Please it is Don.  Needed a few things at Wal-Mart and you?"

   She is laughing; it is a sexy laugh, deep and with feeling.

   "Actually the same thing, I try to force myself to come out on the
weekend just for a bit of exercise and see all the people."

   Looking at her, there's an exercise I would love to suggest.  Her scent
is something else.  The more I look at her the more of her I can see in
Hayley.  When she slips off her jacket her blouse strains against her
breasts, their size actually surprises me, the way her blouse falls makes
them look smaller.  There's a valley between them, all I can see is that
smoky area encased in a very lacy white bra.  Hell she catches me staring
again.  Her smile is devastating.  I have never been this clumsy around
females as with Hayley and her mom.  To save some face, I blurt.

   "Can I interest you in dinner?"

   She look at me, her expression is of deep thought as is she is off
somewhere else.  Then she is back, the tip of her tongue flicks her lips,
she smiles showing perfect white teeth.

   "Sorry, when you asked me that my mind went for a trip.  Yes, I would
like to join you for dinner."

   "Do you have to call your children?"

   "No both have cells; my oldest Lex is actually a good cook and will get
a meal for both."

   "Oldest?"

   "She is thirteen, Hayley is eleven."

   After seeing Hayley and Sydney, the thought of what Lex must look like
has me curious.  Helping her with her jacket brings me very close; she has
the same haunting scent as Hayley, she reaches under her long hair giving
it a flip to clear the collar, oh to reach out and touch someone. 
Fortunately she has no reason to look down or my barometer would have done
me in.

   Choosing a small restaurant in the mall, it isn't long before we are
enjoying a meal.  Sydney is very an excellent conversationalist.  She may
be blonde but her knowledge is vast.  What really get me are her movements,
so feminine.  Her graceful gestures with her long fingers remind me of a
maestro conducting.  Each movement is orchestrated to get the point across.
Her lips are so delicate so desirable.  Would she be as exciting as her
daughter in bed?  The mind of a male is always in the gutter, hell I just
met her.

   "Would you like anything else?  Did you enjoy the meal?"

   "Oh, I couldn't, it was great; this is something I don't get to enjoy
very often.  Thank you for dinner."

   "My pleasure, can I drive you home?"

   "Why thank you; that would be nice.  I really don't like waiting for the
bus."

   Again, her scent waifs over me while assisting with her coat.  This time
my eyes run down her body, she has an interesting figure, her hips are
flared just enough to make them intriguing to the eye.  Her bottom
protrudes adequately to make it very interesting.  What wonders lie
beneath? Yes, sex is always on my mind.

   In the Suburban our conversation continues.

   "Tiffany told me about your home, she was very impressed."

   Is this a possible lead in?  Hell, give it a try.

   "It is just a home; would you like to see it?"

   "Oh I don't want to put you out, just drive me home."

   Not to be deterred, I drive home, glancing at her, she realizes we are
not heading in the right direction but doesn't question me.  Pulling into
the driveway, we stop.

   "Well this is it; would you like to see inside?"

   "You don't have to Don, all women are curious but now that we're here of
course.  It's so large."

   The garage door opens and the remote closes it as the bumper passes the
sensor.  At the passenger door, I assist her to the ground.  Her grip is
soft but firm, her body rubs against me as she descends.  In the foyer she
removes her coat again her body has my attention.  My appraisal of her
breasts has me wanting more.

   "Could I interest you in a coffee or perhaps something stronger?"

   "Coffee would be nice."

   Taking a few moments to do what is necessary the coffee is brewing.

   "It should be done after the cook's tour."

   Moving though the house, she comments on some of the pieces that have
been in my or my wife's family for years, candidly advising me many are
collector pieces.  She is impressed with many, slowly guiding her fingers
over a few.

   "You have a beautiful home Don.  This's something my husband, bless his
soul and I discussed when we're young."

   She stops sort of goes off then recovers, looks at me a bit sheepishly
and smiles.

   "Sorry about that, a few wonderful memories just flashed me."

   "I do that often looking at something it will trip a memory of my wife.
It just means we really miss them."

   There is a mist in her eye or is it a tear; that is something I can
relate too.  The desire to reach out and hold her is strong, is it possible
she feels the same?  We stare at each other for a moment.

   "Would you like to see of the upstairs?"

   "Of course, your house is so beautiful."

   After the spare bedroom and the bathroom which the size of really
impresses her we are at the master bedroom.  Looking at the bed the only
thing missing is a naked Sydney.  She surprises me and walks into the room.
Silently, I thank the powers to be on having the foresight to change the
linen after the romp with Hayley.

   "They don't build houses like this anymore, the size of this room is
about as large as our three bedrooms put together and the furniture, it is
priceless.  I have always loved real wood."

   The suite is solid oak and has been well cared for by my wife in the
past and by myself now.  My wife trained me well.  As Sydney walks about my
feelings are concentrated on my growing tent.  A beautiful woman, a big
welcoming bed, what could be more natural.  Looking over her shoulder as
she walks towards me her hip nails me, she has to have felt it; I certainly
did.  That smarts!

   Her look is one of surprise then understanding; we're so close I can
feel her breath on my neck.  She's looking up, me looking down.  Our lips
are inches apart then nature takes over.  The kiss is one of warmth then
passion.  She seems to sandwich her body to mine pushing her breasts hard
against me and her hips are engaging my raging hardon.  My hands are on her
back slowly tracing downwards, my fingers find her bra strap then are at
her waist.  Her arms are around my neck our lips still exploring each
other's.  Hell she smells so good.  Then she parts.

   "Oh, forgive me, I don't know what happened.  I don't do things like
that."

   She is quite put out by her actions.  Her face tells all.  She is on
unfamiliar grounds.  It's up to her to make the next step, rushing may have
her draw back into her personal protective facade.

   "There's nothing to forgive.  You're a good kisser."

   Watching her facial expression has me concerned that I may have pushed a
bit too far, then slowly so slowly a soft grin replaces the concern, then
she for some reason she laughs.  She's back in my arms her face pushed into
my chest, she's breathing heavily.

   "I have been on my own a long time, everything I have done since my
husband passed has been for the girls.  They give my life a reason for
living.  This is the first time my personal feelings have come through my
veneer.  You've no idea how much I have missed this."

   With my finger under her chin, lifting her face to the right angle we
are eye to eye, with a little movement on my part we're now lip to lip.  My
hands cup her soft bum cheeks and put her pubes against my raging hardon.
Her hips gyrate against me.  Moving towards the bed, we sort of collapse
with me on top.  Her arms tighten their grip around my neck.  Relaxing, I
enjoy the feeling of her beneath me.  After what seems to be an eternity
she releases her death grip.

   "It feels so good to have the weight of man on me again.  I have put
that feeling out of my mind for so long.  Please don't think ill of me."

   "Don't even think such things."

   Her arms fall to the side; shifting my body beside her my hands take a
few liberties.  First at her breasts, my touch confirms there are indeed
sizeable breasts beneath and very hard nipples.  Just touching them through
her clothing brings deep sighs and ragged breathing.  Her tummy is smooth
but so soft, now between her legs under her skirt, the heat of her pussy
penetrates her panties.  Taking her lack of resistance as approval of my
actions, I find the waistband of her panties and slip my fingers downward
to her Nirvana, so warm so moist and her clitoris is out of its hood and so
sensitive to my touch.  Her arms are around my neck again as I continue to
explore.  Her pussy has an overabundance of thick juice, my finger easily
slips in.  Lifting my body her arms fall.  Lifting her skirt upwards
exposes her lacy blue panties, sporting a very wet crotch.  Her female
scent assails me, drawing me towards its source.  With my hands on the
waistband of her panties, she seems to automatically lift her hips to
facilitate their removal.  Her legs are encased in white lacy topped
stay-ups.  Her pussy is a sight to see.  It devoid of hair with the
exception of a manicured tuff in the shape of a heart just above her slit.
Her outer luv lips are thick and pouty swollen with excitement.  Her labia
are large and wrinkled extending outwards like a beautiful dark pink lotus
blossom.  Her clitoris is extended outward nearly an inch, a very dark
pink. Her scent is overwhelming as my mouth makes first contact.  The tang
is much more robust than her daughter's but it gives me a hint of what
Hayley will taste like in the not too distant future.  When my lips attach
themselves to her clitoris it is like letting the genie out of the bottle.

   Sydney is a screamer.  Fortunately the house is nearly sound proof or
for sure she would have wakened the neighbors in at least two a block area.
Sydney enjoys her climaxes to the fullest.  Her body is reverberating her
breathing is irregular but nothing curtails the next explosions.  It is
obvious she is a very passionate woman.  She grabs my ears and pulls.  Why
do all woman and girls think my ears are handles?

   "Enough Don, you have no idea how good that feels; I have to get my
breath back."

   Looking up she his panting heavily, making good use of this lapse we
remove the balance of our clothing, with the exception of her stay-ups. 
Her erect nipples are large and look like red rubies perched on large dark
brown areolas mounted on very noticeable breasts.  Like her daughter, her
complexion is pale and flawless.  Her blonde hair is flared out on the
pillow, she is truly a vision.  She watches my movements; she seems
enthralled at the sight of my tool.  While studying me she licks her lips,
perhaps contemplating, at least I hope she is.

   Now beside her, my mouth samples each nipple, her hands are on my ears
guiding me back and forth between them.  Her sighs of pleasure are much
more agreeable than her screams of passion with her climaxes.  Now between
her legs she reaches, grasping me gives me a squeeze and then guides me to
Nirvana.  Her moist velvet sleeve welcomes the intrusion as she lifts her
hips upwards to receive me.

   "Oh that feels so good.  Please don't move just let me enjoy the
feeling, it has been a long time."

   This woman has a very talented vulva; even as we lie silent her vagina
muscles are doing their thing on my shaft.  Sometime in her past she had to
have oodles of practice to be so accomplished.  The fruit of her ability is
a soothing massage for me.  She moves slightly so our lips join for a
passionate kiss.  Spreading her legs then lifting her hips, it's a sign. 
She feels so tight.  My downward thrusts are met with a very formable
upward slam.  At one point in her life, Sydney really enjoyed her sex. 
It's like a battle between the sexes as to who can slam the hardest.  The
effect is my inner self is screaming for release but myself control and the
desire for Sydney to cum first has curtailed my need of self-gratification.
When her fingernails dig into the skin of my back, it's an indication that
she has to be close.  Then she finds the strength to dig in her heels and
actually lifts me upwards and freezes, everything lets go, the frustration
with her daughter this afternoon and the pent up desire to join with her,
flows like lava through me.  My ejaculation seems to go on forever, all of
ten or fifteen seconds anyway, and then it is over.  All the tension for
the day is now deposited deep in Sydney's womb.  Her arms tighten around me
not allowing me to get off.

   "Don't move; let me take all your weight."

   There is an audible whoosh when she takes the burden, in moments her
breathing is regular.  She feels good under me.  Her hands are now running
up and down my back over the wounds that she inflicted with her sharp
nails.

   "Your bleeding Don, I did some damage with my damn sharp nails."

   "I'll live.  You feel so soft under me."

   "After-play is as important as foreplay.  Your body really generates
heat."

   Her manipulations are having a positive effect on me, phoenix is rising.
The movement is not lost on Sydney.  She squirms to allow room for my
extending organ.

   "Humm, is that what I think it is?"

   "Depending on what 'that' you are talking about."

   "That wonderful thing, that just made me feel so good.  You are just the
right size, filling but not over filling.  And I thought today would be
just same old, same old."

   "I aim to please."

   "Your aim is right on and it's pleasing.  Can you do it again?"

   Back in position, she guides me to heaven.  This time without the
urgency I extend the pumping till she completes three climaxes then I join
her for the fourth.  Again she is beneath me caressing my back.

   "Would you like to stay the night?"

   "Oh how I wish, but the girls would be on me like a bee to honey.  I
haven't had a date in four years."

   Like her daughter she showers, but with her she sings.  Again I change
the sheets, as the evidence of our love making has the sheets sticking
together.  The pillowcases remain; it will be nice going to sleep with the
scent of her perfume so close.

   The drive to her unit seems to go very fast, pulling up in front I stop,
both us looking at each other.  Prior to leaving the truck she gives me a
kiss.

   "Don, I can't thank you enough for dinner and dessert, I hope you will
call me again.  Here is my number."

   She rummages in her purse finds a small note book scribbles down her
number and hands it too me.  She squeezes my hand.

   "I will."

   With that she's gone.  The drive home is uneventful, unlike the day. 
After a shower, I enjoy one Black Russian and in my mind rehash the day. 
Hayley shows so much promise, it has me wondering just what her sister Lex
looks like, is she another duplicate of her mother.  Then it is off to bed,
Sydney was more than expected, a delightful surprise, these are heady
thoughts when sleep finally overtakes me.

   Monday is as expected, a total screw up, first the telephone system went
down, just a little glitch, as the calls hit the switchboard every
telephone in the office rang, confusion, you bet.  Sarbie is in tears, but
there's really nothing she can do until the correct program is restored in
the system.  I took it upon myself to shut the whole mess down, leaving
only one line of the twenty we have open.  We didn't get much done and
everybody cells were ringing but there was a little more control.  It was
eleven before our telephone contractor arrived and replaced one component.
It didn't stop the inquiries but at least Sarbie had some control.

   It's one haggard Sarbie that I drove home.  Her usual demure has taken a
beating; she did surprise me by having the presence of mind to refresh her
make-up prior to leaving the building, her haunting scent fills the cabin.
Of course my scent glands have a direct relationship to my tool.

   "I can't believe everything that is happening to me.  Today was crazy."

   "It was interesting, believe me, no one is blaming you."

   "But I felt so useless."

   "As did the rest of us, tomorrow will be a zoo as everyone that couldn't
get through today will call tomorrow and most will be a little pissed off."

   "Great."

   "You look like you could use a drink, my treat?"

   She looks at me; there's a semi-blank look on her face as she gathers
her thoughts.  She's very beautiful even after today.  Her lips seem to
shine and are made for kissing.

   "That would be nice.  It's alright with management if we do?"

   "If we do, what exactly?"

   "In the ethics part of my business class one item kept coming up, not to
fraternize with the senior employees."

   "At this firm, what we do on our time is our own business; however, if
you're uncomfortable, I'll just drive you home."

   "Oh no, please, I need that drink."

   There's a small neighborhood waterhole on the way to her apartment.  It
has all of four small booths.  The regulars are all lined up along the bar.
She orders a glass of white wine, me a Black Russian.  Sitting across from
each other, I can't help myself, staring.  She's looking down, deep in
thought; I'm looking down as well, down her blouse.  Her globes are visual
magnets, are her nipples ruby color or brown that is something to muse
about.

   After twenty minutes she seems to have gained a second wind, she looks
at me and smiles but unfortunately shifts her body denying me of my focal
point.  For the next hour we chat about a number of items one of which
tweaks my interest.  She's bored, as of yet no one has asked her for a date
since she arrived.  Is there something wrong with the young men of this
generation?

   Back in the Suburban, she thanks me several times for the drink and the
rides.  She's someone that is worth getting to know better.

   "I am not the youngest guy in your life but would you consider going out
to dinner with an old geezer like me?"

   The look on her face is priceless.  Her eyes are look glowing coals, an
expression of her soul, to me there are devastating.  Her face fills with
an alluring smile.

   "I've never considered you old Don.  What do you have in mind?"

   "Thank you for that endorsement.  How about this Saturday, are you
free?"

   "Free in what way?"

   Now she has me embarrassed the heat of my blush rushes to the point on
my head, I didn't think the question had that connotation but her mind did,
mind you I have thought of that connotation often looking at her.

   "For dinner of course what were you thinking of?"

   She is very coy ignoring my question.

   "Saturday would be great, what time?"

   "Well if you like we could go to a movie as well so it would depend on
if it's just dinner or dinner and a movie."

   "I think just dinner for the first time."

   First time, means she is expecting a next time, interesting.

   "Fine, let's say six, I'll make a reservation."

   "Six it is."

   As she makes her way to the building door, I can't help but think of
what she would be like in bed.  Her body is to die for.  At home, I shower
then build myself a Black Russian.  The flashing light of the answering
machine gets my attention.  With my finger posed to hit replay, the unit
rings.

   "Hello."

   "Oh Don, you are home, I left a message."

   It's Sydney there's an anxious tone in her voice.  For some reason, my
tool quickly becomes a potent hardon.

   "I stopped before coming home, actually I was about to clear my
messages, is something wrong?"

   "Wrong no, but I've a situation."

   Since my relationship with Sydney is new and as she stated nothing is
wrong, she must need a sounding board.  Don to the rescue.

   "What type of situation?"

   "The girls noticed a change in me after our dinner.  They're questioning
why I'm so happy.  They suspect something.  Hayley told Lex about us all
meeting at the Mall and the fact that you and I were together when she went
to the movie with Jayden.  I think they put two and two together."

   We were together all right; the memory of it has me sporting a now
raging hardon.

   "Have they said anything to you?"

   "No, but every time I start singing or stop for a moment to recall our
meeting when I come back to the present they are both grinning."

   "I suggest you're making more of this than is actually required.  Your
daughters are likely very aware what goes on between adults."

   She would have been shocked to learn Hayley was naked in my bed enjoying
her first oral climaxes just a few hours prior to our romp.  The real shock
would be her daughter wants to experience sex.

   "How could that be?  We have never talked about it."

   "I suggest you ask them a question about intercourse and don't be
surprised by the answer.  They are likely much more savvy about sex than
you realize."

   Hayley is that is for sure, as for Lex not having met her, if she is
anything like her sister, she would be an interesting study.  The longer
this conversation goes on the more frustrated I will be.  Just the thought
of a naked Sydney has me pining.

   "Don, I know it's late but could I come over and talk to you?"

   Bong, come over, an answer to a frustrated male's dream, first Sarbie
this evening and just talking to Sydney had me in pain.  I hope she wants
to do more than just talk.

   "Would you like me to pick you up?"

   "Would you?"

   "Give me fifteen minutes and come down."

   Should I dress or just throw a coat over my night clothes?  Time is a
wasting; grabbing my keys and wallet, in moments the Suburban is on its
way. Pulling up in front of her building the door opens and Sydney come
rushing out, her long coat flaring and carrying a large bag.  Inside she
looks at me leans over and pats my hand.

   "Thank you for coming over, I didn't know what to do."

   "That is what friends are for."

   During the trip home, I kept stealing glances at her.  Her hair is
hanging loose flared out on her shoulders.  Her face is devoid of make-up,
is clean and angelic.  I don't know what is about perfume but it doesn't
matter which young lady I am with the effect is the same a raging hardon.
As the cab warms up, Sydney opens her coat, is that a dressing gown she is
wearing?

   Finally at my house, in the kitchen she allows me to take her coat, she
is wearing a wrap covering a white negligee.  Offering her a coffee she
accepts.

   "I've no idea what got into those girls, you're the first man in years I
have gotten close too.  After you dropped me off, they were waiting for me
with the third degree, I couldn't believe it."

   Something tells me the touch of Jayden and her sister are involved with
this.  They know about Tiffany and me and likely assumed what had happened
with Sydney.  The little witches passed on the information, poor Sydney. 
With coffees in front of us, our eyes make contact.  Telepathy does work.
Her wrap opens, what is underneath reminds me of Victoria's Secret, white
transparent lace, her rosy nipples are hard with excitement.  We both have
something hard.

   No words are spoken as she gets up and her wrap drops, everything is
exposed, I follow her to my bedroom.  She turns and we are one.

   "You make me feel like a woman; do you know how long it has been since
someone made love with me, much too long."

   With a flick of my fingers the two string straps of the negligee roll
off her shoulders and in a millisecond she is standing before me naked. 
The drink earlier with Sarbie left me in a frustrated state, before me is
the cure.  In seconds my clothes hit the floor and we are rolling around in
bed straining for maximum physical contact.

   This time she is on top, she grabs my cock and guides it to heaven; she
pushes against my hips for maximum penetration.  Then she starts bouncing
up and down slowly at first then increasing the rhythm, by her actions, she
has two climaxes.  A dreamy smile fills her face.  Leaning over she kisses
me then up and at it again with vigor to make me cum.  I was so wrapped up
watching her enjoy herself, that my mind didn't register what was happening
physically too me.  In seconds, my hot cream is looking for a home in her
womb.  Relief finally floods throughout my body.  With my shrinking tool
still embedded in her, Sydney lays on me.

   "Can you stay the night?"

   "Yes, I might as well; the girls know what's happening.  I brought a
change of clothes, just in case you asked.  If the girls need me they know
where to call."

   When the alarm goes off waking us, my face is buried in her hair.  My
hands close to her breasts, our bodies cupped together spoon fashion.  When
the covers move the scent tells the tale of what happened last night, it is
pure odor of after sex, pussy juice and spent sperm.  Sydney is awake; she
shifts her body now on her back, arms beckoning me to mount her.

   "It has been a long time since I have gone to work with a fresh load of
cum in me.  Let's do it."

   This's the way every day should start, totally drained and in the shower
with a beautiful blond who's glowing with satisfaction.  The thought of
staying home all day and screwing our brains out, is quashed.  Sydney tells
me although it appeals to her; she has to go to work.  So much for that! 
After dressing you would never know that she just enjoyed an evening and
morning of hard sex, her appearance is professional the only give away is
the facial expression she makes when she looks at me.

   After breakfast, we are both in the Suburban; she refuses to let me kiss
her for fear of messing up her make-up and possibly giving in to my desire
to spend the day in bed.  It's still a good idea.

   At the office, sexually satisfied for the moment until Sarbie comes to
my cubicle to advise me of a call, she looks overwhelming.  Her dark hair
is combed to one side held in place with a red comb, her lip-gloss is so
complimentary to her complexion, her eye makeup accents her deep eyes, and
her scent has its noticeable effect.  Setting it all off is the long black
skirt with slits up both sides that flash beautiful nylon clad legs, her
interesting breasts are encased in a crisp white blouse; the total effect
is sex.

   "Mr.  Parson, there is a call for you on six."

   "Thanks Sarbie, by the way, you look fabulous.  I like the outfit."

   Noticeably embarrassed she smiles, does a smart turn giving me the full
benefit of the slit in her skirt and disappears.  That girl has all the
potential in the world.  The day goes well, considering what has transpired
in the last twenty four hours.  At the end of the day, while waiting for
Sarbie, I must remember to thank wimpy Leigh; it was his wife's involvement
in the community that was the catalyst that started this and it isn't over,
there is still Misty and a mysterious Lex not to mention Sarbie, who after
seeing the Suburban walks towards the vehicle.  Is her smile a sign of good
things to come?

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