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A year had passed since Donna and I had our interlude at her house on Thanksgiving Day.* We?d crossed paths several times but had never gotten together again.* Apparently, her husband, John, had experienced some sort of epiphany not long after that day.* He was sober and treating her like the treasure she is.* She laughed when she told me of her shock the first time that he cleared the supper table and loaded the dishwasher while she went to the living room and relaxed.* I will always wonder if, somehow through his drunken stupor the previous year, he?d been aware his wife and I were grinding groins together on the floor just a few feet from him passed out on the couch.* Her invitation this year was a surprise, but even if all we did was visit, she?s a great cook and the food would be worth it.I arrived around four-thirty, just like the year before.* Donna answered the door dressed, again, in jeans and a button-up blouse that was buttoned up more than before.* Disappointing.* I stepped in and she gave me an all too short ?we?re just casual friends? hug that barely let me feel her delicious breasts pressed against my chest before turning to introduce a slightly pudgy girl standing behind her in the entry.*?Steve, this is Ellen, John?s daughter.* Ellen has just turned eighteen*so we?re celebrating that as well as Thanksgiving.?*Ellen said hi and shook my hand momentarily before moving in for a quick hug.* Other than the size around, how she pressed against me felt much like Donna.* I looked her over as I followed them back into the kitchen/dining area.* Actually, not bad.* A definite waist, nice butt wiggle, thighs thick but not flabby.* Well, of course, she was still a teenager.John is who really surprised me, though.* The TV was off, some classic rock softly playing in the background, he was in the kitchen busy helping Donna with the fixings, smile on his face, eyes clear, a total turn-around from who he?d been the year before.* Donna went to the counter beside him, kissed his arm, took over mashing the potatoes and told him to chop veggies for the platter.*All throughout dinner I marveled at the changes in him and their relationship.* On the one hand, I was quite disappointed.* It was obvious I?d never get to tap Donna again.* On the other hand, I was happy for them both.* John was a very interesting guy.* Evangelical preacher with bahis siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/) an open mind that was accepting of beliefs that*weren?t aligned with his.* I could see how they were originally attracted to each other.*After dinner he and Donna cleared the table while Ellen and I went to the living room.* ?MacArthur*Park? was on the radio.* Ellen commented on how she really liked that song, as well as the music from that era.* ?There was real heart and soul put into the music back then.* Today?s stuff is nothing compared to it,? she said.* I replied that I believed it was due to all the social and political turmoil of the day.* Vietnam, Civil Rights, Women?s Lib, Flower Power, the hippy movement, the Cold War, etc.* We became lost in a wonderful conversation about the sixties and seventies.John interrupted us.* He and Donna were putting on their coats.* ?Hey, guys.* Donna and I are going to visit my mom.* Ellen, I know you don?t like to see her as she is, so it?s okay to stay here.* Steve, you?re welcome to hang out.* Seems like you and Ellen have hit it off.* We?ll only be gone maybe an hour and a half.?* Ellen said okay, sounding a bit relieved.* I told them I?d hang around and continue this fascinating conversation.When the door closed Ellen explained that Grandma had Alzheimer?s and rarely recognized anyone who was there and sometimes didn?t even know anyone was there at all.* I recalled when one of my grandmothers also had the same affliction and could relate to not wanting to visit, assuring her that was her dad?s duty, not hers.* The conversation had shifted from my coming of age era to aging in general.* She seemed curious, not from a place of fear of it happening to her, but just curious.* I?m in my late 60s, so I shared my experiences and beliefs as she probed for more information.?Is it true men can?t get it up after a certain age?? she asked.* Whoa!* That came out of left field. I explained that many men developed difficulty in achieving and maintaining ?it up? as well as losing the ability completely, but not all did.* I had no idea why that was.* ?Can you?? she asked.*Sweet Jesus, where was this coming from?* I almost told her she should be asking her dad or Donna these questions, but immediately realized how awkward that would be.* I was a safe source.* And she was eighteen.* Oh, fuck, go for it.?Yes, I still can, I?m canlı bahis siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/) thankful to say.?*She put her hand to her mouth and snorted a laugh.**?You should see how red you are,? she told me.* I didn?t feel it, but it didn?t surprise me.* I wasn?t used to such open conversation with girls, or rather, young ladies just barely legal.* ?I didn?t mean to embarrass you.* It?s just that I overheard Donna and Patty talking about you.* Seems you know how to please a woman.?*OK, maybe I was red before, but I was certain I looked like a boiled lobster now.She clasped her hands in her lap and looked down at them.* In a soft voice she said, ?Steve, I?m eighteen*now, supposedly a woman, but I?ve only been with a couple of guys my age and both times were very,? she searched for a word, ?clumsy.* I?d love to know what it?s like to be with an experienced man.?*Well, shit, there it was.* I wondered if Donna knew anything about this.* I was sure John didn?t.* But she was eighteen*and they still wouldn?t be back for over an hour.* Fuck it, what the hell.?I?d be honored to give you that experience, Ellen.?*She smiled and stood.* I got up and walked over to stand before her.* Thinking she was probably expecting something romantic rather than just rutting, I took her into my arms and kissed her.* Softly, lips closed, just for a few moments, then pulled back to gaze into her eyes.* She looked back with her lips now parted, breathing slightly heavier than before.* I leaned forward and kissed her again, this time letting my tongue trace the opening of her lips before slipping in to meet hers.* Damn, she was a decent kisser.* Maybe a natural?* She pressed her body tight against me, her hands massaging my back before slipping under my t-shirt and stroking my back lightly with her nails.* I felt my dick rising, and she must have, too, because she pressed her groin tighter against me.*Moving my mouth from hers, I proceeded to kiss her lightly all over her face before trailing down her cheek to her neck.* Nibbling and sucking lightly (no hickeys, no way) brought a gentle groan from her as her nails pressed more against my back.* She began to sway her hips, grinding her crotch against my mostly hard cock.* It was becoming obvious that any clumsiness in her previous encounters had nothing to do with her.* OK, time?s a-wasting.Gripping the bottom of canlı bahis (http://www.eryom.com/) her pullover blouse, I lifted it as she raised her arms to allow it to slide off.* For a pudgy girl, she looked mighty fine.* Large, milky breasts snuggled in her bra.* A bit of a belly, but it just pooched out, no sag.* Definitely a waist.* Everywhere was firm, not jiggly fat.* Yum!* I reached around, unfastened her bra, and slid it down her arms.* Her breasts hardly sagged at all.* God bless youth.* Smooth, milky skin all over, with large pink areola tipped with darker pink erect nipples.* I lightly rubbed my palms around her breasts, ending in making circular motions on her nipples, feeling them stand firmer against my hands.* She stood there, staring at my face with a vague expression of excitement.* Her breathing became deeper and faster.Duplicating me, she lifted my t-shirt off, then pressed herself against my hairy chest.* ?Mmmm, that feels good,? she sighed.* ?The roughness of your hair is wonderful.* Not like those little boys.?* I wondered if that was an exaggeration that she thought would make me feel better.* Whatever.* I stroked my fingers up and down her spine a few times before slipping them in under the hem of her jeans.* That caused her to press against me harder, but her jeans were too tight.* I could only get about halfway down her butt cheeks.*Pulling my hands out I knelt before her and unfastened her jeans.* I had a flash of déjà vu*recalling doing something very similar in that living room a year ago with her dad?s wife while he snored and snorted on the couch in a drunken stupor.* Pulling her jeans and panties down together, my nose was hit by her scent as soon as they cleared her crotch.* Wow!* Some serious woman-in-heat odor.* I noticed a wet spot on her panties.*After she stepped out of them, I said, ?Spread your feet apart.?*She complied and more of her delicious scent wafted toward me.* I placed my fingertips against the V of her legs and discovered she was almost dripping hot liquid silk.* Slipping them in slightly, I worked them around the opening of her well, spreading her juices around her labia and onto my fingers.* Her legs trembled slightly.* As I removed my now-wet fingers from her slit, I looked up between her heaving breasts to her face.* Her eyes were glazed;*lips parted, breathing slightly ragged, she stared back at me.* When I placed my fingers to my mouth and licked her from them, she whimpered as her whole body gave a small shudder.* Damn, she tasted good.* Young women have a freshness to their flavor that I?d forgotten about.* I wanted more.