I think the lesson I’ve learned, because of what happened with Liz, is that we need to talk to our kids earlier — when they’re maybe twelve or t...hirteen — and let them know we were once teenagers who faced the same kinds of challenges.”“Our kids?” Tasha asked with a silly smile.“Yes,” I said soberly. “Our kids. Your kids and my kids.”“Ha ha,” she replied flatly. “Very funny.”“I was just responding to that silly smile of yours! I knew what you were thinking!”“Perhaps,” she replied impishly.We. ”“Maybe not, but you have a strong back and a strong will, Les. You are just hardheaded enough to make it work for you as well as it does for others, once you know how. Let me come show you how the better farmers in the valley are irrigating their lands. You’ll become a millionaire also, because you now own some of the richest lands in all the valley. Also, you are within arm’s reach of the most beautiful young Mexican woman in Arizona, who will make you the best partner and wife. She also has. I closed my eyes and masturbated, my lithe body arched, my buttocks rising from the seat, the fleshy pads of both my ankles flattening, as they became the pivotal points, taking my body weight as my impending orgasm started building from my curled toes and travelled the length of my calves, thighs, taught buttocks, my fingers gliding between my labia and hooking inside my vagina, with expert rapidity, titillating my budding pearl, a clear sheen on its well polished pink surface, as my finger. Coming to our first class. It was Saturday and I had reached Rupa’s home on time. It was 5 PM, I rang the doorbell and the door opened, standing in front of me was the lady of my dreams, Rupa. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans.She was looking like a teenager. I stared at her for a good time. Her yellow t-shirt was tight at her breasts. She had rolled on her sleeves a little which gave me a glimpse of her shaven underarm. When she turned I noticed her jeans were hugging her ass and as she.