Tate's cock was rock-hard now. His fingers could almost feel that smooth supple flesh yielding under their grasp. "Get the hell in here," he grunted aloud. He was ready for Annie.

She straightened up and entered the gate. She saw him watching her through the window and waved gaily. She started to run.

As soon as she entered the front door, Tate grabbed her. "Hello, beautiful! You got here just in time! Bend over, baby!"

While she squealed with delight, he bent her over the back of a chair and pushed her skirt up to her waist. He fondled the curves of her buttocks, relishing the reality that a moment before had been only taunting pictures. Her flesh was cool, from the breeze that had swirled up under her skirt and teased her most sensitive parts. Roughly he pulled on the panties, tearing them, pulling them right off her. She shrieked and wiggled her ass encouragingly.

"Oooohhh, what a nice warm welcome!" She grinned back over her shoulder at him. Her curly long blonde hair fell across her face. She looked wanton and desirable… naughty, in her girlish way. Tate's hand started to caress her wet cunt-slit. "Oooohhh… Tate darling… have you got something in there for me?" She looked significantly at the bulge in his pants. He could see the lust cloud her vision. He shoved two fingers deep into her hot wet pussy.

"Boy, have I, baby! Christ, this cunt is wet! What have you been thinking about all day? Does history turn you on, beautiful?"

"Don't be silly! What turned me on was remembering your nice hard cock slipping into my cunt this morning when I was still half-asleep. I've been walking on Cloud Nine all day… and all because of you… Mmmmmmmm…" She rotated her buttocks lewdly backward, shoving her cunt down deep onto his impaling fingers. "Uuuuuuhh! I like that!"

Having a nineteen-year-old wife kept Tate young and in shape. He knew that to keep such a greedy young creature satisfied, he had to be on his toes all the time. They made love two or three times a day. Yet it never became boring or routine. Annie inspired him. All she had to do was move a leg, wiggle a toe… and his cock leapt to attention. She was better for him than a drink straight out of the Fountain of Youth! She was his own private piece of the Rock!