The nearness of the girl always excited Bob, and tonight was no exception. She was the loveliest young lady he'd ever met in his life, but he was very much disturbed about their age difference. He hadn't dreamed she was only eighteen when he met her in the discotheque that night. There was nothing in the world he would rather do than ram his cock up the cute little blonde's cunt, but he fully realized that he couldn't take advantage of her innocence.

"You look like a passionate man," she whispered, leaning over and kissing him lightly on the cheek as her teasing fingers moved higher up his leg. Pretending to be changing her sitting position, she squirmed around on the sofa until her short skirt was hiked up almost to the top of her soft bare legs.

"Gee," she whispered, taking his hand in hers as the fingers of her other continued slowly moving up his leg. "You have the smoothest palms for a man.

"I don't get many calluses from my pencil and typewriter," he grinned.

"Tell me more about your wife," she said, slowly moving his hand down between her open thighs.

She felt the dampness of her wet slit as her other hand grasped at the big throbbing prick-bulge in his pants.

Bob couldn't believe what was happening when the innocent young girl rubbed his finger against her hot slippery cunt. He was even more shocked when she placed her warm little hand on his throbbing cock.

"Well," she continued as the young man sat in stunned silence. "Was she?"

"Was.., was she what?" he stammered, trying to gain control of his thoughts.

"Was your wife as hot and juicy as me?" Kim repeated in a teasing voice.

"Er… uh… I… I d-don't think so," he stuttered as the young blonde guided the tip of his finger up into the slick hotness of her naughty little twat.