Sleepy head" hey jenny" so what you doing today?"shit i thought this would be the perfect time to tell her what was going down with the move."nothing ...want to hang out?" sure" she was brimming with happyness i could tell by the sound of her voice. this day is going to suck i said i hung the phone up and let it drop on my carpet.i met jenny at the park around 2pm."carter!" she yelled in excitement as she ran twords me arms open."babe" i replied as i picked her up in a hug.we walked around for. I dont say this to justify myself, but because it really has been been like that forever and you can appreciate it in many writings. Anyway, I started reading or rather say devour systematically any story in which a mature woman, character who I can relate to in my fantasies, would have sex with a much younger kid than her. I love the stories where they explain those escapades which awesome mothers do to satisfy the libido of their teenage boys. I love reading how those mothers in very graphic. Of course not," she whispered. "It was me and Ron. Only Ron." No wonder you don't miss it, then," smirked Fred.For some reason, that got her furious more effectively than anything else they had said. "Oh no, you don't get to rag on Ron, not about that," she hissed. "He was ... he was just ... We were new to it together, and I was so uptight but he was really gentle and sweet about it, he made me relax and realize that sex could be fun!"Two sets of blue eyes studied her knowingly. She couldn't. As Bec began the process of washing Matt's right leg, she tried desperately to avoid looking back at what she knew was floating so close to her. But given how impressive it was, she couldn't help but keep stealing glances. Though each time that she did, she ensured that she didn't meet her brother's gaze, not sure what to think and unwilling to see where he might be looking. Matt, for his part was as embarrassed as his sister was, though unaware of the effect that the bath had been having on.