CR-2005 The Widow's Companion by Author Unknown


Chapter 1


Dominique Carter placed the highball in the hand of the buxom blonde 
thirteen year old and stepped back, her deep green eyes smiling 
felinely.

"Go on, dear, there's no harm in it," she coaxed. "It's just a little 
highball."

But Ellen Winthrop, whose father had died nine months previous after an 
acute bout with alcoholism, shook her pretty head firmly. Her satiny 
soft long blonde hair flew attractively around her perfectly oval 
youthful face. The long dark lashes over her sparkling, innocent blue 
eyes fluttered as she refused, saying, "Oh, but I couldn't, Mrs. 
Carter. My mother wouldn't permit it."

Dominique smiled indulgently and took the glass from her again. She 
shook out her long red hair and said sweetly, "Well, that's right, 
dear. You should always do what your mother tells you." Damnit, a small 
voice whispered inside her head.

Not that this terrible primness didn't make their lovely young neighbor 
all the more intoxicating company. At times Dominique suspected that it 
was this very naivete that was driving herself and her husband Maxwell 
so wild with anticipation. Ellen was so unremittingly good that Maxwell 
was really going out of his mind for her, and Handsome, their big 
German shepherd was as well. Handsome sniffed around the sweet over-
developed teenager to an extent which even made Dominique not a little 
jealous. But if the anticipation was excruciating, so also was their 
fierce desire to get some good movies of Ellen misbehaving. She was the 
most gorgeous little piece of femininity and perfection they had run 
into in a long time, and any film footage they could get of her would 
sell like hotcakes, literally. Men always liked performers who were 
busty with long blonde hair, for some reason, and in addition there was 
the incentive of Ellen's healthy nubile youth, which was considerable.

At only thirteen she was rounded and developed with curves that any 
eighteen year old would have been proud of. Her large, gravity-defying 
breasts -- which she appeared to be somewhat uncomfortable about -- 
were positively mouth-watering, to hear Maxwell tell it, and she knew 
that Handsome wanted to lap them as well. In addition, the child had 
almost no waist -- which then flared out into opulent hourglass hips 
just born for sex. And then there were those long, long legs tapering 
into tiny ankles and dainty feet. Ellen had been put together like a 
human aphrodisiac. No doubt she towered over her teacher in grammar 
school as well. She was probably the most striking thing her teachers 
had ever seen.


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