The neon sign buzzed against the darkening sky, casting a pink glow across the parking lot. My wife, Gayle, adjusted her tube-top in the passenger mirror, the thin fabric stretching across her chest, her large nipples pressing visibly against the near-transparent material. Her terrycloth shorts rode high on her thighs, the soft fabric clinging to the curve of her ass. It was the eighties, and we were young and free and oh so horny.
When Eric and Shannon Rogers went to the airport to pick up their son returning home from basic military training, they knew that he was bringing a friend home with him for the two weeks. They had assumed that, like their son, Private Miller would be a teenager. They were wrong.
Despite the difference in their ages a widower finds love with his young neighbour, Elizabeth. After his death, she in turn finds happiness with a young man, Robert, who she meets when she knocks him off his motor-bike. When she knows she is dying she grooms a replacement. But Sarah is young and there are many problems in the restrictive English university of the 1970's where he is her tutor. Will Robert and Sarah find happiness? The matter is in doubt right up to the end.
Add 'em up. Redhead, freckles, breasts, multiple partners, memories, humour, dialogue... what more could you want? I said about the freckles, right? :-)
She began to read the story of a father that gave his sexy, teen daughter rub downs after her swim class. Anne started to feel her neglected body start to awake. She hadn't been loved by her over weight husband in months. All he cared about was beer, and food.