I lived in a small single house in a cheap neighbourhood that was full of new families and single parent homes. Across the street there was a row of attached townhouses that stretched nearly thirty units in one block. Living with her single mother, she was about sixteen at the time and she was locked out of her house when she came home from school. I had answered the doorbell and there she stood wearing her very alluring catholic school uniform white blouse and too-short plaid skirt and carrying an armful of books. She told me that her mom was at work and no one else was at home and she had forgotten her keys. I was twenty-nine and single at the time. I was working as a night manager at the local cable company and had just gotten out of bed. I answered the door with nothing more than a bathrobe on.
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There I was on a thursday night, just getting off work. Heading home from another miserable day at my part-time job. I was looking forward to this weekend, if you can call it that since it was only part-time, but I wasn't expected to go back to work until tuesday.
Was that your wife?
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I think she knew somehow what I was going to do to her- and yet she stayed. She pulled back slightly when I put my hand on her leg and told her that I thought she was pretty. And, at her tender age, she was remarkably beautiful- soft blue eyes enhanced her pretty face, framed by wavy blonde hair, done in a loose ponytail now. Her body was tight and thin. Long legs smoothly became a firm, round ass clad today in short cutoff shorts topped by a frail tank top softly hugging her smooth, flat chest. I put my free arm around her and softly kissed her neck. Her breathing sped up and she blushed nervously as she tried to move away, only to find my hand holding her close. I moved my face to her chest, lifting her shirt as I did- she protested, pulling her shirt back down, but my lips were firmly on her nipple before she could succeed. SOftly, she whimpered, "W—What are you doing? As my hand found her crotch, I responded, "Do you like it baby?