Her hips, already more rounded than the thinner doctor and her small, tight bum, was still hovering between a teen's promise and a woman's fullness. I watched raptly as she let the skirt fall down her legs, then grasped my penis as her thick black pubic pelt came into view as she rolled her panties down her thighs.

For a second she stood demurely in front of me, one hand covering her breasts, the other her groin, then she slowly dropped them and asked, a girlish quaver in her voice, "Am I pretty? Do you want me?"

"Come here," I growled, my arms wide open. "I love you," I whispered...