My heart raced the moment I saw her. Donna, my adolescent crush, my neighbor’s wife, had just packed up her groceries and was headed home, no doubt. I only occasionally visited my home town even though I only lived 25 miles away now. Today, I had just finished lunch at one of my old haunts when there she was.
Donna wasn’t just a MILF when I was growing up, she was the one. She was probably 28 years old when I was 15. Good God, this woman was spectacular in every way. She resembled Farrah Fawcett with a luscious 5′ 9″ body complete with a solid 36 C cup and an ass to die for. I spent many nights stroking to the thought of my cock pressed up against her body and worshipping every inch of it. When my parents put in a pool, Donna spent considerable time at our house teaching her kids to swim. She had a dazzling array of swimwear which would make my teenage cock swell like never before or since. Many times, I would hide in the bathroom peeking out the window and jerking off like crazy at the sex goddess just outside.
