She was always my favorite because of her mature ease. She stood some 5’9” with long brown hair. She was young in the face, with a cute little bod...y tiny tits and tight butt. I loved her tomboy figure to a point I thought I might be a little gay. I saw her often in her summer swimming suit. She did not look very old, mostly because she was a teen, she was tall, slim, and with just so little up top. No matter of her youthful stature, she was my little doll. My wife would notice my dirty horny. Louisa? Oh no. After Janice had told me it was the last time she would have my cock in her mouth, because she was going to be a good wife and get pregs (first c***d had been adopted), she suggested I call their nanny, Louisa. I never did, though she was a fine looking Asian nurse of indefinite nationality, about my age, and unmarried. I remembered her coming in with her hair up, low heels, a pencil skirt in tan, an off white man tailored blouse clinging to her breasts, the almost golden skin,. "Doesn't a nice looking young man like you want to settle down" etc. etc. Then she got a bit more full on and starting asking me about how many women I'd been with and what sort of experiences I had had. I told her about a few of them, including the one almost 2 years before with Tracey over the road, who was 17 years older than me (see 'The Older Women Experience' story for further details!). This one in particular seemed to pique her interest and she asked me if I had a thing for older women,. As my hands tucked under her shoulder blades to orchestrate the penetration, my role as impaler was clearly defined as our genitals met, my rigidity forcing its way tightly in, slippery but firm, and our eyes locked... No, no!Hold on a minute. That's not the way it was. Not quite. Oh, all the 'nipple', the 'impale', God, even the 'rigidity'. That's all spot on. But the thing is, well, it was our eyes. They didn't meet. Not close. She didn't even look at me, and that's the truth. Really.Now I.