CORDY’S FIRST TIME
“Good luck, sweetheart,” I kissed her on the cheek and indulged in a bit of old man perving as I watched her lithe nineteen-year-old body shimmy down the footpath to where her latest date was waiting.
We’d been in the house alone for three days now, as Anastasia, my second wife was away on a course for work. I hardly knew her daughter as we’d never really lived under the same roof and to be honest I saw her as a boorish, somewhat spoilt kid. Now, I reminded myself, as I watched her oddly fat little arse swaying in front of my eyes, I saw her completely differently.
Cordelia had flirted outrageously with me from the moment her mum had left and I found it flattering so played along. I mean, she was a sweet, younger version of her forty-two-year-old mum and more than hal
