I had heard, through the girl, that her mother was now a widow who still lived in the same house in Kingstanding, Birmingham so one day I chanced my l...uck. First of all I called to the girls house, which was only two or three miles from her mothers and there was no one at home. That's when I started my plan.I drove to her mothers house and rang the bell. I am not too sure if she recognised me straight away but once I had asked if Jane was there she seemed to relax a little. Without me asking. And everyone laughed. Except for me. I was trying not to look at Becky’s green eyes as she took her glasses off and put them in a case she kept in her pocket. “Don’t laugh at me,” she scolded. “I’m fast and stwong. Probably faster and stwonger than any of you.” There were some more laughs, and her face started to redden. “It’s twue!” she said loudly, pointing her miniature finger at me. “Ask Rubber Chicken how stwong I am.”A couple of guys rolled their eyes, and we circled up again, turning our. She was smooth and yet at the same time held my penis in a lovely warm velvet glove. If my wife had been as lovely as this woman was I would have put up a greater resistance when she left me than I did. This woman's vagina was as far as I was concerned heaven. I gave her what she wanted and she was all smiles after we had finished and she swung her legs so her feet were on the floor."Peter you have never made me feel like this before, you were nice and gentle and I think your cock has got a bit. I only shaved the pubic hair at the time of delivery and then a couple of times when my ex and I went on holidays – but then along the bikini line only, on his insistence.Just below where he was playing with his fingers – my pubic hair – dad’s manhood was entering deep into his daughter’s body. He kept touching his dick where it entered my cunt by pushing his fingers through my pubic hair and my pussy lips, touching my clit inadvertently as he did so. It gives him immense satisfaction to run.