My wife

I was sixteen and had my license. My father bought me this 'used' car to drive and I picked up my friend every morning to go to school. He had a sister, Monica, who was fourteen. At his house, we hung out after school, his mother made Monica fix us snacks and she was being taught how to serve properly. That day it was how to set and serve the table. I don't know why, but she was wearing this party dress.

She served me different than she served her brother. She lifted her party dress to sit down, I guess I didn't now that to sit down girls don't 'sit' on the dress. When she did, her panties were totally visible, as well as her long naked white thighs. I noticed. And she saw that I saw and she was embarrassed. When she got up to serve me another piece of the lemon cake she had made for us, she was careful to cover her legs and her panties.

Her brother had gone to the bathroom. She looked at me, called me to pay attention to her. Just because I had seen her panties did not mean that she was now my girlfriend. If I wanted her to be my girlfriend I had to 'ask' her. Now she was embarrassed because I hadn't asked her and her mother kept pushing her.

I asked her in front of her brother, and her mother standing in the doorway. I asked her if she would be my girlfriend. And she answered, well only if I treated her right. But she did let me see her panties after that, not on purpose, she just got up to fast from the chair she was sitting in.

She had full duties and responsibilities. She fixed snack cookies and cakes and pies for us, she set the table after we were formally going together, she cut and served us cake and ice cream. She picked up too. She gossiped with her mother while we watched television. She had permission to go with us to the mall as long as her brother was with her. She sat in the middle between us and from time to time my arm rubbed against hers, or my hand just touched her legs when changing gears.

One day at the mall she told me to wait for her. Stand there and wait for her. By then I had permission to go alone with her to the mall, but not the movies. She had to buy something and it was embarrassing enough that I was with her, I didn't need to go into the store with her. She came out of the store with her package and it was closed tight like Fort Knox. It was only in the car that she showed me her new panties. That's the day I kissed her, and copped a boob too.

I can tell you about the problems of dating a fourteen year old girl, but you know it already. Her panties were a problem because she wore short skirts at the time, and I saw her panties when she was seated, when she stood up, when she sat down and she told me when she was wearing the panties she had bought at the mall. She showed me her panty drawer in her room, and her bras. She took her panties off under her short jean skirt and showed me her beaver. I might as well see it. But I had to show her my penis. That's how we got in trouble.

I was married at seventeen and she had just barely turned fifteen, going on five months pregnant. It was a wedding at her house, with a few family members and my parents. We had a honeymoon, but then again my mother said, it was a waste of money I already had the cow, and I could milk her when I wanted to.

She didn't care if I saw her panties once we were married, and she didn't care if I saw her without her panties. I learned that pregnant girls had sex by hugging a pillow and the boys standing behind her. She learned that from an older cousin. She was totally taken by her new baby, and she loved breast feeding. She squeezed her tit to show me the milk and I tasted it with my finger.

I went to college and she stayed home with the baby, she had a hot pussy and wanted sex even if it was a 'quickie'. She was put on birth control after the baby was born so there wouldn't be another accident. She graduated from high school with a seven month belly and a maternity smock.

We have lived a long life together and her sex drive never diminished. We had three kids and were part of the sex culture of the seventies. I saw so many panties with her, and she would stand in front of me and peel off her panties and shove her snatch in my face so I wouldn't watch television. She leaned over with her hands on the coffee table, she laid back with her hair on the pillow and open legs inviting me. She kneeled in the shower to give me a treat. She wore tight pants to see if I noticed. She still wears orange panties and push up bras, and we are in our seventies.

And that old car, well it's a long ago memory. We have a restored '67 GTO, it was very expensive.

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