I loved everything about it. The feeling of anticipation, the growing tension between the boy and myself, the variety of thrills I felt as different p...arts of my body reacted in different ways, the ways boys and their bodies reacted to what I did to them. Even the complicated business of planning where and how to get away by yourselves so that you could do it – at that age, even with a steady boy-friend it was hard to get away from the rest of the crowd and there was rarely anywhere where you. Layla's lips nibbled on the MILF's ear, ever-so-gently, "Clara is a sweet ass MILF." M-M-MILF?" Clara stammered, unfamiliar with the term.Layla's tongue slid into the older woman's ear, her voice dripping with sexual prowess, "Mother I'd Like to Fuck."A moan escaped Clara's lips.Layla's lips let go of Clara's ear and she moved until she was eye to eye with the horny and overwhelmed MILF.Time stood still for Clara, who desperately wanted Layla to kiss her. She could feel her heart beating so. She showed me a painting she’d finished and pointed out her signature. Katie O’Mallory-Dawes. If you guys do part, I’ll be keeping her as much as her mother will allow. We’ve bonded to each other and I think of her as a real granddaughter.”She gave a little sad laugh. “Well, technically, great-granddaughter, but the love is still here. It’s going to break Henry’s heart if she leaves; that little girl has him wrapped around her finger. He’s more energetic and happier than I’ve seen him in years.. Seeing that short little skirt, barely covering her underpants, he wondered at what delights lay underneath. What would it be like to lift that skirt up, to pull those panties down, to fondle the ass and pussy that lay hidden inside it?On the way home after the work was done, Mark's mind was filled with thoughts of that luscious teenage body. Have to get her out of my head, he thought, and pulled out his phone. His bookmark collection had all the right links. One web site was headlined by a.