I put them on as she slipped on a white babydoll and panties.We hopped onto the bed and she moved to sit in between my legs with her back to me and as...ked me to brush her hair. She said she would soon do the same for me when my hair got long enough.After doing that for a while she spun around and pushed me back on the bed. She pulled my panties down to release my cock and I just laid there with a look of astonishment as she started to straddle me. She slid her panties to the side as she lowered. ’ Watching the waitress clutch the photo to her heart, before putting it back into her pocket. ‘Oh I’m so sorry,’ I say quickly scanning for a name tag, ‘Edna.’ ‘It was twenty years ago next month, that I received a call from Tim’s mother telling me of his passing. We were set to be married, and then he was called into service. I was once a young lady like yourself, sitting alone, wondering if I’d ever see my Tim again. Just the same shaky mess I see before me now.’ Trying to stiffen up,. She asked me to make some changes though, so if anyone we knew ever read it, they would not be able to connect it to us. In making these changes, my dirty imagination got the better of me and it turned into a work of fiction. There are a lot true bits still left in it though, you can decide which are true.A few years ago, my wife (Sue) and I took a week’s holiday in Fiji. It was in August, which is a very popular time to get away to somewhere warm, as us Kiwi’s will have endured about 3 months. “Have you found any treasures?” I asked as I approached.The father looked up and smiled “I don’t think so.” And then looking to his daughter,“What have you got there?” he asked her. The girl turned around and held a small starfish – she stepped towards me, inside my “space” holding the starfish at her waist level – her finger tips brushed against my swelling cock. Her father just kept looking down, it was impossible to look at what was in her hands without also looking at my semi-erect.