’ I quit listening after hearing the words ‘twenty-five years’. I blurt out, ‘Wow, twenty-five years. How old are you?’ Now I’m the one em...barrassed. ‘Sorry,’ I say. ‘That was rude.’ He smiles that smile again. ‘I’m forty-seven.’ I do some quick math in my head. Forty-seven minus thirty-three. That’s fourteen years. If our birthdays fell on the calendar right, it might only be thirteen years different. That’s not so much, I think. ‘Our age difference won’t be a problem,’ he says and for some. Out back a vegetable garden showed new green shoots. All very tidy.She climbed steps to the roofed back porch and at the screen kitchen door called in, "Hello! I'm Susie from next door!"She heard a girl's voice. "Come on in, Susie!"Entering, Susie found a darkish kitchen with antique equipment, except for a big new automatic washer. A girl was about to dump an armload of wash into it. She had glossy, dark straight hair cut in bangs, and eyes like black velvet. She smiled dazzlingly over the. Not to mention, the trees seemed thinner in that direction, and I just didn’t want to chance it.I assumed it must be a hiker or something, because while it was definitely bow season this time in April, I was pretty sure it was for turkeys or something, not deer. Thankfully, Nick hadn’t known any better when we were discussing the deer thing the previous evening, though I had to admit I didn’t pay much attention to that kind of thing either. If anything, that would have been a better excuse for. He can feel his cock getting so big and he can’t wait for what’s to come. Without stopping his sucking, he glides a hand down her belly and traces the waistline of her panties. He glides his fingers down her inner thighs just the edges of where her thigh and pussy meets. He is teasing her and she knows it. She loves it and hates it at the same time. Her clit is on fire and she just wants him to touch her. As he continues his torturous game, she starts to move her hips around hoping that his.