.. well, to my Dad at least. I had tasted a fruit of which he wanted knowledge, I guess, and truth be told, I was more than willing to share intimate ...details with him. Blame it on male pride, celebration of the conquest, or whatever.“Well, I guess since I’ve never had a white girl, we’re even,” I reminded him, “but sure, I can let you know what it’s like to fuck a Japanese girl, or more specifically, my Japanese girl” Using the word “fuck” with my Dad was a first for me, and to be honest, it. It’s about how I fucked a gorgeous lady. It all happened when I went to visit my dad’s friend. My aunt was my uncle’s second wife and she was only 35. She had the most beautiful eyes and luscious life to go with a nice curvy body and a fabulous ass which I would stare at occasionally. I was 18 when I first started to fantasize about her.I arrived at my uncles house one morning and she greeted me at the door in her silky see through night dress, my uncle had left for work by then. I came in and. She told me she wanted to stop smoking though. As I turned to leave, I told her that nowadays I only smoke things that make you feel good, which got a nice guffaw out of her. Yeah baby, let's get stoned as fuck cuz I really need to bend you over with those beautiful big long legs of yours, JESUS.The shorter girl at the next store I visited wasn't as friendly, but she was still very sweet and smiled a lot and took great care to fold the three pairs of small satiny panties that I had brought up. Smirking to myself I thought, 'Howironic, Mr Farmer, living in a small farm town, himself a farmer, howclich?.' I neither sped up nor slowed down, but I realized I'd slippedinto flirt mode with my walk. Oh my god could it be any worse?Thankfully I was past the store in just a couple of minutes and I'dpassed the Post Office before remembering I was supposed to stop and getthe mail from the box. I spun around marching toward the post office ina hurry now."Hey Greg, look she's coming back for.