In my excitement I abandoned my massage of her back and began to fuck her.] “Bill, wait. There is more. I don’t want to fuck you yet. You will se...e why in a minute.” I stopped, “you sure?” “Believe me this will be better.” She said. “Here let me roll over and you can play with me while I finish the tale. Please play with me while I tell you the rest of the tale.” I smiled, “If you insist.” Madeline rolled onto her back and we kissed sensuously for a few minutes. I then lay beside her on my. She just said, "It's time for us to part ... if we were ever together." I knew what she meant.The divorce became final when April was sixteen and Serena had just turned fifteen. I was in Australia and didn't even think about the significance of the date until years later.The phone call started, "Miss Manning, this is Matthew Worthington. Maybe you remember me; I was your husband for a number of years, although I do confess to really shitty job in the role. Anyway, I was hoping I might entice. She wasnt overly concerned with being fashionable or looking pretty; most days she just wore skinny jeans vans and a shirt with some hardcore band on it. She complemented that with a simple jade necklace and on rare occassions some eyeliner. She had silky brown hair that was layered and cut to just above her shoulder.As time went on we got closer and closer. Since our English class was right after lunch we started to ditch together... much to the annoyance of our friend who we always left. "Go on, I dare you.”"I'm not sure they will fit me, but..."Sophie was being unusually compliant. She was obviously as turned on by the idea as I was. She let the fluffy bathrobe fall to the floor, exposing her lovely curvy body, then stepped into her girlfriend’s favourite red panties. The ones she must have used to dildo herself in. They were pretty tight over her hips and super snug over her cunt, little wisps of pubes poking out of the sides. “What do you reckon?” Sophie gasped, admiring.