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I guess that you could say that I was a pervert and she was a prick tease. I didn't have a lot of choice, what with being confined to this rotten fucking wheelchair and the window next to my computer, where I spend most of my time, just happened to overlook the back yard and swimming pool of her house. It wasn't helped by her sunbathing naked at every opportunity. To make matters worse she would apply sunscreen to her body in such a way that I had no option but to jerk off.

I'm in this chair because of an accident during a car rally. I came over a crest at high speed, it looked spectacular on the highlights video, only to find a spectator had decided to run across the track about fifty metres ahead of me. There was little that I could do while I was airborne but as soon as I hit the gravel road I threw my car sideways hoping to wash off enough speed so that he could get safely across the track. He panicked and stopped running and I ran off the track and slammed into a large tree. If it hadn't been for the roll-cage I would have been killed, as it was my right leg was badly crushed and, after weeks of living in hope in hospital, the decision was made to amputate below the knee. That was a year ago and I'm waiting to be fitted with a prosthetic leg so that I can get up and about and out of this contraption.

In the mean time I'm giving this writing business a go, and it's not as easy as you might think, in fact it's bloody frustrating trying to think of something to write about, what with the distraction next door. Every time she picks up the bottle of sunscreen I imagine that it's me that's rubbing it into her gloriously golden skin, around the soft orbs of her breasts, over her flat stomach and her thighs that open as soon as she feels my hand on them. Her hips lift as my hand caresses the insides of her thighs and my finger gently parts her pussy lips. It's about then that I realize that my shorts are down around my knees and I'm going for it.

When I said that I was confined to this wheelchair that isn't entirely true, I can get around on crutches but find that the chair is easier when there are no stairs involved. My car required little modification to enable me to drive again, being an automatic I only need one pedal, but I've had to learn to use my left foot, being an Australian and driving on the left, it was my right leg that copped it, but once I mastered it I was fine.

My accident was the final nail in the coffin of my already fragile marriage, Elizabeth my wife, who was all for me rallying before we got married, resented my involvement in the sport afterwards. When we first met she volunteered to be my navigator but found the speed, at which we had to drive on gravel roads to be competitive, was too much for her. She became my crew chief, responsible for the logistics of the operation but when the k**s began to arrive she used that as an excuse to cease her involvement in the sport.

Then she met the accountant, about as far from me as possible. He was stable, with a steady job, and no interests that involved putting his life on the line, in other words, boring. Following my close encounter with the tree she decided to take the k**s and leave me for Mr Boring. I miss the k**s and, on the too few occasions that I'm allowed to see them, I get the feeling that they miss me. Both Jason and Bethany seem to have inherited the rev head streak from me and get excited when I take them for a drive in the countryside around the Adelaide Hills. I have another reason for doing this, I fully intend, once I'm up to speed with my prosthetic leg, to enter into the Supaloc Targa Adelaide Rally. It's a tarmac rally and there is the Regularity category where the competitors have to average 90kph over each competitive stage. In some stages I realise that I'll have to curb my enthusiasm, while others will be difficult to complete the stage on time. Points are lost for finishing the stage early or late and vehicles are restricted to 130kph.

I dragged my eyes away from the vision next door and pushed my chair back from the desk. I needed to get to the supermarket to pick up some groceries because I've got the k**s this weekend and I won't stoop to junk food for them. Macca's is definitely out. I showered and put on a clean pair of shorts and a tee shirt and holding on to my chair I hopped down the stairs to the front door. As I stowed the chair intro the back of my car I noticed the vision coming out of her front door. "Hi." She smiled at me. "Do you need a hand with anything?"

"No, I'm okay thanks, I've just about got the hang of this." I said as, using the car as support I hopped around to the driver's door.

"Okay, see ya." She waved as she got into her, holy crap she drives a WRX, (Subaru) and by the sound of it it's not your bog standard garden type Rex. Memories of the mess that I left mine in came flooding back to me.

I found a spot in the Disabled section of the car park and wheeled myself into the supermarket. I grabbed a basket from the rack and placed it on my knees and headed into the melee that was shopping. Luckily most of the good stuff was within reach and I soon had my basket almost full, and heavy. I was looking the male deodorants on the top shelf, I assumed that the stackers thought that men who squirted their pits were all tall and fit, not sitting in a fucking chair. "Can I get something for you?"

I looked and my jaw dropped. From this level and up this close she was amazing, I only had to raise my eyes a fraction to see those magnificent tits up close. Quickly gathering my senses, "Do you think that you could get me that deodorant," I pointed to my chosen brand, "Thank you." She reached up and in doing so the hem of her top raised a little, revealing some of her glorious flat belly.

She placed it in my basket. "There you go." She looked at me for a few seconds and just when I thought that she was about to walk away, she put her hand on mine. "You seem to be able to get around okay in your chair."

"I try, there are some things that I still have a problem with, but most things I can manage okay." I was trying to think of something that would prevent her from leaving.

"When you've finished here would you like to join me for a coffee?"

Would I? You've got to be k**ding me, I'd jump through hoops to have coffee with her. "I'd like that, thank you." I said softly to hide my elation. She went through the wide checkout so that she could help me with my things and we set off down the mall to the cafe. We managed to get a table where I could park my chair without encroaching into the walk space and she went off to get our coffees, and as it turned out, some disgustingly fat making cake.

"I'm Tiffany by the way." She said as she sat down with the goodies. She was wearing a wraparound skirt and a fair bit of leg was visible for a split second until it disappeared under the table.

"Matthew, Matt to my millions of friend." She had a nice laugh.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you lose your leg?"

"I had an accident in a rally, some clown ran across the road in front of me and I swerved to avoid him and hit a tree."

"That was you? I read about that and it was on TV. There wasn't much you could do without hitting him."

"Yeah, and the thousand times that I go over it in my mind in slow motion, I realise that, but it doesn't make it any easier."

"It must have been devastating for you to lose everything like that, your leg, your car, it was your life wasn't it?"

"That's what my wife said to me when she left with the k**s, that I had no room in my life for a family. She was wrong of course, it's just that she didn't have the same passion for rallying that I had and refused to see that I could have enough passion left over for my family. She was just looking for an excuse to leave, she'd already met someone else, someone that would devote all his emotional resources to her. Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so bitter, but it still hurts that I have such limited access to the k**s."

"I really admire rally drivers, even more than the V8 Supercar (Australian Touring car class that evolved from production car racing) drivers, sure they drive incredibly fast but on a purpose built circuit while you guys have a mixture of surfaces and road conditions to contend with. I wish that I could drive that well."

"There's no reason that you can't, that is unless you're totally unco, it's just a matter of knowing the fundamentals and then practise. When you got your license, what sort of car did you learn in?"

"A Toyota Camry, why?"

"It's a front wheel drive and you drive a Rex now and that's all wheel drive, different technique entirely. For ordinary day to day driving most modern cars virtually drive themselves and you feel safe because of the design of the car and all of those air bags to protect you when things go wrong. The secret of good driving is to know your car so that you can prevent things from going wrong in the first place, and knowing how to react when things do go wrong."

"You sound critical of the driver training."

"I am, and for very good reason. Teaching drivers enough to go to the shops doesn't prepare them for emergency situations, you're not taught how to read the road and the surrounding area so that you can adjust your driving to suit the conditions. There is nothing in the driver training that will prepare drivers for country driving, high speeds on sometimes poor roads, gravel even, that requires a whole new set of driving skills."

"Have you ever been scared in a car?"

"Apart from seeing some clown running across the road in front of me, yes. Many years ago (not that many) a friend was building a racing brick (Mini Cooper) for the Classic Touring Car category. This car, on paper at least, had a top speed of around 300kph, I don't think it ever got there because it never got on the track. He took me for a test drive in it on this road that fell down a cliff in a series of very tight hairpin bends. There I was, strapping into a race seat, full harness, white knuckling the 'ohmejeesus' handle as we went down this road at over 70kph and then he turned around and went back up the hill even faster. I just about had to change my jocks."

"Do you think that you can teach me to drive properly?"

"Of course, I think that I'd enjoy that and I don't mean that in a 'dirty old man' kind of way."

"How about this afternoon?"

"Aren't you the eager one? Okay, let's get this lot home and I'll see what I need to teach you."

We finished our coffee and went home. I was still putting my stuff away when I heard her come through my front door. "Wow, look at all of those trophies!"

"Yeah I seemed to have picked up the odd trophy or several over the years."

She came into the kitchen. "Do you need a hand with anything? Forgive me, I should stop asking that because you're not helpless."

"It's okay, at least you ask, most people couldn't care less." I finished putting the stuff in the cupboards. "Okay, are you ready?" I grabbed my crutches and followed her to her car. I threw my crutches onto the back seat and climbed in. She was about to fire up the engine. "Before you start, are you comfortable with that seat position, I think you're a little close to the steering wheel, if you're not comfortable you'll find that it will bother you and you'll lose concentration. She adjusted the seat until she felt comfortable. "Now adjust your mirrors, all three of them, so that you don't have to move your head too much to see what's going on behind you." She carried out the necessary adjustments. "Okay, now you can fire it up."

I directed her to the start of a winding, hilly road, one that would probably be a Targa stage. "Stop here for a minute. What I want you to do is to drive as fast as you can, without getting onto the wrong side of the road and about two kilometres along I want you to pull over and we'll revue your performance."

After she'd driven the two kilometres and pulled over she turned to me. "Well, how did I go?"

"Not bad, not bad at all. A couple of things you could change though, you're driving this like it's a front wheel drive car, when you come to a corner brake a little earlier and not as hard, as you turn in, gently accelerate and increase your speed until you feel that it's getting close to its limits of adhesion, that's where you leave the throttle until you are out of the corner. It's all about balance, if you brake too hard and too late your car is unbalanced and you're more likely to get into trouble."

We travelled another couple of kilometres before I stopped her again. "That's good, you're doing really well, but there is something else that you can do to give your better control. I want you to go into the corner in the same gear that you intend to exit in. This car's peak torque comes in at fairly high revs, about 4,000, anything below that you're not getting the full benefit of the power you have, you'll find that you'll automatically start to adjust your gears and engine revs to give you better pulling power and better handling, once you master that you're well on the way to having effective car control. The points to remember are; know yourself and don't exceed your capabilities, know your car, what it can and can't do, that way you'll know how far you can push it and, when faced with an emergency, what you need to do to save the situation. Just as important is to be able to read the road, and I don't mean that patch of road immediately in front of your car, look ahead so that you can be ready for any emergency and so that you can avoid any emergencies."

"You are really passionate about this aren't you?"

"You could say that, ever since I got behind the wheel of a car I just wanted to be able to drive myself, and it, to its limits. Having given you a lecture, let's see how well you drive now." I will give her this, she was a good learner and in no time at all she had demonstrated a level of competence that many other drivers would never achieve.

She drove into my driveway and stopped her car. "Well, how did I do for my first driving lesson?"

"You did very well, you have a natural ability that many drivers just don't have, and I include many male drivers that I know. I think that you could develop those skills and become a rally driver, although until you get some experience on gravel roads I'd recommend that you stick to tarmac rallies, in fact. . . . ."

"In fact what?" She looked at me as if she was trying to read my mind.

"Well, there's a tarmac rally coming up in a few months, the Supaloc Targa Adelaide. I was planning to run in it next year once I sorted out my prosthetic leg, but if you're interested you could always enter and I can navigate for you, I only need one leg for that."

"You're serious aren't you? Do you think I'm that good?" I could see that, with a little encouragement from me she would jump at the opportunity.

"I think that you're that good, all we need for you to do is to get your CAMS (Confederation of Australian Motor Sport, the governing body for motorsport) Level 2S licence. We'll need to put in some practise kilometres of course, the Regularity Classification takes some getting used to, and I'm not just saying that so that I can see a lot more of you."

As soon as I saw that wicked look on her face I knew what she was going to say. "I think that you've seen pretty much all there is of me to see."

"You noticed, did you?"

"Yes, I noticed in fact I enjoyed myself teasing you and thinking about you sitting up there in your room jerking off, but now I'm sorry for that, I wasn't aware at first that you were in a wheelchair."

"Even if I hadn't been in this chair I would have still enjoyed watching you, wishing that it was me down there rubbing sunscreen onto your body. I enjoyed the show and, if it doesn't make me out to be a dirty old pervert, I'd enjoy it if you didn't stop, that's if it doesn't creep you out too much."

"I orchestrated the meeting with you today so that I could tell you what I thought of you, but having met you and talked to you, I realised that you're not the sick bastard that I thought you were, and when you volunteered to teach me to drive I went along with it to get to know you better. You did something today that I never thought possible and that was to awaken in me a desire to become a better driver. Having done that I have two propositions for you; in exchange for teaching me more about rally driving, and being my navigator in that rally, I'll actually allow you to apply my sunscreen for me. There's still an hour or two of perfectly good sunlight, how about it?"

"I don't know whether I can manage that."

"You won't know until you try. Didn't you tell me that when you first started driving you would push yourself and your car to your limits? If you don't push yourself you won't know if you can do it."

"If it's all the same to you I'd rather get to know you better before I leave myself open to the obvious temptation that your generous offer will surely present. Please don't take it as an outright rejection, it's just that I have been hurt once by a woman and don't want to rush into any new relationship."

"I understand your reluctance, in fact my invitation was a quantum leap of faith for me, I too have been hurt. I was in what I thought was a stable relationship with my boyfriend but after having told me hundreds of times that my job wasn't a problem he announces out of the blue that he can't take it anymore."

"What do you do? You're always at home during the day."

"I work as a croupier at the casino, days at home are my only chance to see the sun."

"That's interesting. One thing that I've always wondered about, you hear about big winners but what about the big losers, over a period of, say a year, would your average punter finish ahead?"

"If you do the math it's highly unlikely. When you factor in the casino's overheads and the money that they pay in tax, only around 85% of moneys invested will find its way back to the punters. I've seen punters have a big win and then lose it minutes later because they think that they're on a roll. If ever I had a big win I would take the money and run, but that will never happen, I just don't gamble."

"I'm with you on that. When do you want your next lesson?"

"Tomorrow, I don't usually surface until noon so any time after that would be great. Are you sure that you don't want to apply my sunscreen for me, I'll even keep my bikini on if that's what's bothering you."

"I've seen your bikini, you might just as well be wearing nothing for all the good that it does."

"Okay, but don't say that I didn't warn you, what you've seen up to now is nothing like the eyeful you're going to see this afternoon and I know that you won't be able to resist a peek."

I was warned but it still didn't prepare me for the view that awaited me when I looked out the window. She was seated on her sunlounge with a mischievous smile on her face as she poured the sunscreen over the upper slopes of her breasts and began to slowly massage it in, round and round her hands went cupping them and tweaking her nipples until they were standing out from her puffy aureoles, pushing her breasts together and allowing them to fall, no that's not the right word because it implies that they sagged but they didn't. Having thoroughly covered them she moved down to her belly, and again her movements were slow.

What, to me, seemed like hours later she poured the sunscreen over her pubic mound with its neatly trimmed bush and began to work it around her hips and thighs and then between her thighs. She was saving the best till last, her fingers parted her pussy lips and first one and then a second entered that place that she knew that I wanted to be. At first slowly and then with increasing speed her fingers plunged into her now wet pussy, her hips jerking as her intensity increased until with a shudder she came, her juices flooding over the sun lounge. She looked directly at my window and lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked her fingers, with that same smile on her face. She knew that she had me right where she wanted me and I was powerless to resist.

"Did you enjoy the show?" I had thrown my crutches onto the back seat and scrambled into her car.

"You know that I did, I'm in most ways a normal red blooded male with the same urges that every other normal red blooded male has, it was all that I could do to stop myself from racing over to your house and fucking you."

"Then why didn't you? I was waiting for you."

"Because I said that I wouldn't. I don't know if I can do it, I've never even tried it with a woman since I lost Freddie."

"Freddie?"

"My leg, I refer to it as Freddie, it helps me to lighten the mood, if I dwell on the fact that my leg is missing from below the knee it depresses me, so Freddie's gone."

"What's on the agenda today?"

"We practise reaching and maintaining an average speed of 90kph, it's not as easy as you think. When we get to the section of road that I've chosen I want you to accelerate as quickly as possible and when I tell you to, back off and try to maintain a steady 90." I had a hand-held Sat Nav that had a real-time average speed read-out and when I had reset its data parameters I gave her the word. She started strongly and was soon up to the posted speed limit of 110kph. After a few minutes at that speed her average had reached 90. "Steady, ease off a little, good, now hold it at 90." About a kilometre down the round was a corner that she had to ease off for and her average dropped to 87. "Speed up until I tell you to ease off." She increased her speed back to 110 for a short distance until I told her to drop it back to 90. "You see how long it takes to get back up to speed when you have to slow for a corner?"

"Yes, it seemed to take forever."

"What we need to do is to get to know this section of road and the corners that will bring our speed down, we can then adjust our speed so that when we get to a corner that is slower, our speed is a little above our 90 average so that the adjustment doesn't take as long. Some of the stages finish with tight corners so adjustment after the corners is almost impossible without going over the maximum allowed speed of 130. Planning is important."

"I guess that we'll be seeing a lot more of each other then." There was that smile again. "Do you want to help me with my sunscreen this afternoon?"

"We'll see."

"At least it's not a 'no'."

"One thing that's not allowed in the Regularity section is pace notes, so we have to read the road more than the main game drivers who have pace notes that tell them what corners are coming up and how tight they are. Most of the roads will have advisory speed signs that, in a lot of cases are a joke, but the rule of thumb with your car is that when we have the whole road to play with you can pretty much double the advisory speed so that if the sign says 80 then you should be able to take it at 160 and seeing as how we can't go that fast what we need to do is to recce the roads and work out the positions and severity of corners that are going to slow us down."

"This is a lot harder than I thought it would be, average 90, easy as, but isn't, is it?"

"No, don't tell me that you're having second thoughts?"

"Hell no, I'm up for the challenge, are you?"

"What do you mean? Oh, that challenge."

"Well, are you up for it?"

"Can I have until after the weekend to make a decision? I have the k**s this weekend and you know what k**s are like, any change to the status quo and they'll pick up on it straight away."

"I'd like to meet them, why don't you bring them over for a swim on Saturday?"

"I'll ask, I know what the answer will be, they'll be over there straight away."

"We'll see how we all get along and maybe on Sunday we can all go for a drive, that's what you usually do with them isn't it?"

"Have you been checking up on me?"

"Just keeping an eye on my neighbours, that's all."

"Oh yeah, what's the name of your other neighbours?"

"John and Judy Smith."

"Not even close."

"Okay so I have noticed you from time to time coming home from a drive with your k**s but because you park in your garage, I wasn't aware of the chair. It looked like you'd had a good time and being on my own without a boyfriend I guess that I missed the close companionship of other people."

We arrived home and went our separate ways and when I looked out of my window she blew me a kiss and applied her sunscreen without the masturbatory theatrics of yesterday. Saturday morning and as usual on just such a day a car (Volvo station wagon) pulled up out front and Jason and Bethany piled out and ran to my already open front door and hugged me with the usual enthusiasm as a scowling Elizabeth left to return home.

"What are we going to do today?" Jason asked as soon as he had thrown his clothes through his bedroom door and come clattering back down the stairs.

"How would you like to go for a swim this afternoon?"

"I'd love it!"

"Great, because the lady next door has invited us over to swim in her pool. But you'll have to wait because she works nights and needs her sleep. What say we go down to the mall and maybe see a movie?"

"If we're going swimming I'll need new bathers, I've grown a bit since last year." Bethany looked down at her barely noticeable breasts. I had noticed that she was getting breasts and would soon be hassling for a bra.

We all climbed into my car and headed for the mall and, after Bethany had bought a bikini that I thought was too old for her, we caught the latest Ice Age film and then headed home. After lunch we heard a knock on the door, it was Tiffany in shorts and a very demure top. "Hi, I just thought that I'd drop over and let you know that I'm awake and if you and the k**s want to come over now it'd be great." Jason and Bethany were standing behind me and as soon as Tiffany had issued her invitation they raced off to get changed. "Are you coming for a swim too?"

"Sure, I just need to get my board shorts." We waited until the k**s came back. "k**s, this is Tiffany, and these are my k**s Jason and Bethany." Jason said a self conscious 'Hi.' Bethany was sizing Tiffany up, trying to work out just what was going on between us.

"Let's go, the last one in is a rotten egg!" Tiffany led the charge through her side gate into her back yard. Jason beat her to the pool and dived in. After peeling off her shorts and top revealing a much more conservative bikini than any I'd seen before, Tiffany dived in with hardly as splash and glided under water to the far end of the pool. Not to be beaten, Jason climbed out of the pool and following a short run-up dived in and swam underwater for two lengths of the pool, before surfacing with a challenging smile on his face. It soon developed into a competition between the two of them to see who could swim the furthest underwater. I think Tiffany let Jason win.

Bethany meanwhile had stretched herself on a sunlounge and was catching a few rays. "There's some sunscreen under that other chair, I think that you should put some on if you're going to sunbathe." Bethany reached over and began to apply the sunscreen, she didn't want to burn but, as Tiffany had guessed, wanted a bikini line to show her young friends.

I dived into the pool and surfaced not far from Tiffany, I had to stand on the bottom, it's almost impossible for a person with one leg to tread water, so I swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood watching my Jason and Tiffany frolic in the water. She ducked underwater and swam towards me, I thought for an instant that she might do something inappropriate under the circumstances, but she surfaced in front of me and squirted me in the face with a mouthful of water. I reached out and pushed her head under water, this of course started a full-on water fight with both Tiffany and Jason ganging up on me.

The afternoon was spent splashing around in the water or seated around a table at the pool edge drinking juice and nibbling on healthy snacky things. Tiffany disappeared inside with Bethany to get more drinks and were gone for longer than expected, I suspected that they might have been talking girly talk. "She's nice Dad, I like Tiffany. Is there anything going on between the two of you?" Jason asked.

"No."

"Why not? She'd make a great Step-mother, she's nothing like the dork that Mum's with."

I was saved by the return of the girls. Bethany came over and sat on the edge of the sunlounge that I was lying on. "Dad, can I ask you something?"

"Sure Honey, what is it?"

"Are you a doofus or what? You do know that Tiffany's in love with you don't you?"

"Did she tell you that?"

"Not really, she said that she liked you a lot, but I can see that it's more than that, she loves you."

"Now I've got both of you ganging up on me."

"Well do something about it." I was saved by the bell, the front door bell. Tiffany jumped to her feet. "Pizza!" She shouted as she ran inside to emerge a couple of minutes later with a party sized pizza. "I hope that you guys are hungry, dig in while it's hot." She grabbed a slice and took a hearty bite from it. Like she suggested, we all dug in and in no time all that was left in the box were a few crumbs and the usual greasy blob on the bottom.

"Hey Tiffany, we brought this great computer game over, do you want to play?"

"Lead on, let the expert show you how it's done."

"You're on, expect no mercy." I was dragged in and while I was no match for the veterans I thought that I did pretty well. At 10:00 I called a halt.

"Okay guys, bed time and don't forget to brush your teeth, your mother has a plaque radar and she can tell when you don't brush."

"All right, we'll go. What are we going to do tomorrow?" Jason asked.

"Didn't your father tell you, he's teaching me how to rally drive, we're going to enter the Targa Rally."

"No way!"

"Yes way! If I'm good enough that is, because I'll have to be the one to drive."

"Off you go, now." I knew that if I'd let them they would have stayed up for hours talking about driving and rallies, any excuse not to go to bed.

"They're great k**s Matt, I love them to pieces."

"And they love you, I think that Bethany looks on you as an older sister and Jason wishes that he was ten years older."

She had come over and was sitting on the arm of the lounge chair I was in. "That leaves just one problem." Before I had a chance to fully absorb the ramifications of this comment she had bent down and was kissing me full on the lips.

"That's a problem how?" I had already decided watching Tiffany interacting with the k**s that I would be a total and utter dickhead if I didn't take the opportunity to explore this relationship.

So we kissed some more and she took off the tee shirt that she'd thrown on over her bikini to reveal no bikini top under it. My hands reacted as I'd dreamed they would, cupping them and caressing them and tweaking her rock hard nipples as she moaned softly in my ear. "Who's the eager boy then?" Her hand had slid up the leg of my board shorts, see there's a use for wide legged shorts, and found my hard cock and was stroking it. "We can't let this opportunity go to waste now can we?" She stood up and dragged me to my feet. "I'll help, you lead." I didn't need to ask where I was supposed to lead her.

It's funny, you don't realise how having two legs is important when making love to a woman, it's all about balance, and it took a while before I was confident enough to increase my efforts. Tiffany was patient and encouraging and when she felt me get into full stride her encouraging moans urged me on until I plunged my cock into her and unloaded my cum into her hot, wet, and pulsing pussy. "Whew, once you got the hang if things, no, that's not the right phrase, he wasn't hanging or hanging around, he was wonderful."

"Hey, I only lost Freddie, not dick, he's never lost his enthusiasm, just missed out on the opportunity because I was too pigheaded to try a relationship."

"I have a new respect for pigheaded, it was great being your first since Freddie left."

"What do we do now?"

"I don't know about you, but I fully intend cuddling you until I fall asleep and in the morning making love to you and then getting out of bed and getting breakfast for all of us."

"Do you think that's a good idea? You know, the k**s, what will they think?"

"I do believe that they will be happy that we have found each other, it was going to happen sometime, wasn't it?" She kissed me and laid her head on my chest. "Hold me please, I need very much to be held."

Jason and Bethany were sitting in the lounge room when we walked into the kitchen, they both glanced from me to Tiffany and then to each other and they both smiled. "Hi Dad, did you sleep over Tiffany?"

"Yes, is there a problem with that?"

"No way, we're just glad that the two of you decided to do something about it." They got up from their consoles and gave us a hug. Jason had a cheeky grin on his face. "Are you teaching her to drive or to park today Dad?"

"Watch it k**do, no smart remarks from you." That seemed to be the tone of the relationship between me and the k**s and all of us and Tiffany, we could joke with each other, and it was as if she'd always been a part of the family. I had a good feeling about this and the day's activities confirmed this.

Unfortunately all good things have to come to an end, even a temporary end. We dropped the k**s off at Elizabeth's house and they kissed Tiffany good-bye and Bethany kissed me, Jason wasn't into kissing me so he gave me a hug instead before the two of them slouched towards the front door.

Tiffany had to work tonight so I kissed her good-bye and told her that I'd wait up for her if she wanted to sleep with me instead of in her bed. She wanted to and it was noon before we got out of bed and yes, we made love as soon as she got home and again when we woke at around 10:00.After a light lunch of sandwiches and coffee she invited me to join her at the pool. After a quick swim she was stretched out on her familiar sunlounge. She handed me the bottle of sunscreen. "Will you apply it now?"

I began at her face, gently applying the sunscreen to her cheeks and chin then her neck and her shoulders before moving to her front and those fabulous breasts. It took such a long time to get an even coating on those breasts, a very long time, her body was writhing around under my touch, especially when I worked it into her nipples. Reluctantly I abandoned her breasts for her belly and places beyond. To get a more comfortable position to apply it to her thighs I knelt between her legs, and no I wasn't uncomfortable, and began to caress the sunscreen into the flesh of her pubic mound and across her hips and then down to her pussy, my finger gently parting her pussy lips and opening her pinkness to me. It truly was a view to die for.


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