Sandra
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My dog, Daisy, a a homely mix of Chihuahua and Terrier, and I would sit outside in the evenings. I young girl walked by and said hello almost every evening. Daisy would run up to her looking for pets.
"Come and sit down," I invited her. "Daisy has a new friend in you."
The young woman came in the gate and sat down. Daisy jumped in her lap.
I introduced myself and she responded telling me her name was Sandra, she goes by Sandy. Daisy enjoyed the attention. We lived rurally, in the desert west of Tucson, Arizona.
Sandy and I connected almost immediately despite the difference in our ages. She was a pimply faced high school teenager and I was a retired man in my sixties. Our conversations became personal. I talked about my recently departed wife and she told me her problems at home with her mother and her mother's boyfriend..
Sandy was a big girl, which in my old age, I found very appealing. Even from a young age, I had great sexual experiences with women who were considered plump. I didn't act on my desire to ravish Sandy's young soft body, I fantasized tasting her juicy pussy.
"I got my drivers learner permit months ago, but my mother won't take me out to get some driving experience," Sandy complained one Saturdat spring morning.
"Let's go for a drive," I responded.
Driving is mostly intuitive. Sandy did well. Mostly I had to remind her to pay attention to warning signs.
"Are we good friends?" she asked while we drove through the curvy roads in Tucson Mountain Park.
"Yes, I consider you a good friend," I replied.
"Do you think I'm fat and undesirable?" Sandy asked. "My mother's boyfriend calls me a fat sow and the boy's and girls at school constantly body shame me."
