Face Fuck

Beverly was from Iowa. Eighteen and nine in town. She didn’t make a lot of friends, she said, ‘cause she wasn’t used to going out at night. I met her on the bus while we went to work. We stopped at the same stop. Although she was a little younger than me (I am 42) we seemed to hit him. She was a deliciously refreshing change of some of the more jaded women I know. Yet, my feelings towards her were not entirely paternal. She was very fine, with short blonde hair and blue eyes that I’ve never seen. Because of its thin light frame, her breasts were small enough. I was looking forward to seeing exactly how small it was. She had 5'8" tall and her legs were beautiful. She looked like a ballerina. The long thin legs disappear in the tightest little round background you can imagine.