Her name is Rose [MF]

Recently, I posted the story of the deflowering of a beautiful young woman, Amy.

Her name is Amy [MF] from gonewildstories

I mentioned banging her mom as well. Many asked for *that* story. Here you go.

Her name is Rose. She has been my neighbor since the day I moved in. She is a curvy MILF. A few years my senior, but you would never know it. Her butt, hips and boobs are smoking hott!

Nonetheless, she never once even reacted to my flirtations. I had long forgotten about an opportunity to get with this woman.

She is married and her husband a terrific provider. Suffice to say neither works for anyone else. They are financially comfortable. She is a stay at home mom. He owns a farm in Mexico and he would spend a couple days a week there and the rest at home with family.

I later learned that one of these trips went south and he was gone for 2 weeks with at least another week gone.

Her name is Amy [MF]

Her name is Amy. I watched her grow up. From a little tomboy playing football with the neighborhood boys to her first bikini in the backyard pool to her high school prom dress I watched her grow up. At eighteen she could easily have been mistaken for a twenty five year old women. All the curves and just a perfect personality. I did not know it but she had no boyfriends in high school. Seems she may have intimidated the pimply teen boys of her school.

I am self employed, working out of my house. The summer after her graduation, she came over while I worked in the garage. This girl is five foot four, slender legged and maybe 100 pounds. Her breasts I estimate at heavy C’s and her stomach is flat as a washboard. A face as pretty as a movie star, this little girl is HOTT. She had a bare belly tee and cutoff jean shorts. Cutoff way too high if she were my daughter. Cutoff just right for this situation though. She asked me normal stuff. Questions about my work and what I was doing. Then she dropped a bombshell. She just blurted out she had never been kissed and did not know how to do it. I was silent. She is eighteen and I am thirty five. What do I say to that?