I could not believe first of all, that my step-daughter sat on the couch and watched the whole encounter. Second, I could not believe that a sixteen y...ear old black girl let me, a guy in my forties, do the things I'd just done to her. I had taken off all of her clothes, spent the better part of a half hour making out with her, fingering her, playing around with her body, and burying my face between her legs.And it was fucking amazing. I was so turned on, so horny, and I wanted so much more that. Graph could wake up at any moment. I slipped her wedding ring into my pocket and quickly slipped out of her bedroom. The light from the back room caught my eye. I quickly went and took a quick peek in the room and realized that her computer was on. I logged on to AOL and clicked on her screen name. Not knowing her password I began to type random passwords. The first word I typed was "teacher." Bingo, it was her password. I quickly scanned her e mail but found nothing exciting. I did however. I guess it’s my blond hair, pale blue eyes and high cheek bones that Anthony found similar. He was always a romantic. I should have never lied to him. He was my first boyfriend. That winter my hormones went into overdrive: my boobs came in and I went from training bra to C-cup by spring. I grew 2-3 inches, my hair got longer, and I started getting a little boy-crazy. Anthony didn’t seem to mind the new body, but I started noticing other boys. He never picked up on that. I started dating a. Our lives tumble from us, our worries melt away, our stresses evaporating as we talk. The conversation turns to us, to how long it’s been since we saw each other, since we were able to indulge each other…The rain starts to fall hard and heavy, deceiving the still blazing sun. The pregnant drops pelting the thin windows of the loch-house, drumming against the old wooden ledges. You break from our kiss to see the waterfall against the glass.“I love the rain,” you exclaim, smiling. “Let’s go.