My parents were good friends with her and her husband. She had 2 boys who were away, one at boarding school and the other at college. Her husband dra...nk a lot and sometimes they argued and he became abusive. I used to see her sometimes in the park when I would walk our dog,we would talk and I could tell she had just left the house to get away from an argument. Once, when I was home alone, she came and knocked at our door and asked to come in as her husband had locked her out and passed out. There stood Riverdale's blonde beauty, Betty Cooper. Her young firm breast enhancing her slender figure. Just by looking at her golden yellow pussy hair we can clearly see that she the purest of blonde.Looking down at her gymnasticly trained body, she couldn't help but be pleased at what she saw. Her chest, a woman's magnet to any boy's libido. Her slim waistline only amplified her sexuality. She started caressing her body with her hands, reaching down to her pussy. Fluffing the blond hair. When she walked, you could see her calf muscles flex in her heels. Yes, five-inch heels. She walked so proudly, shoulders back, making her beautiful breasts stand up and out, hard nipples shining through the thin, silky blouses she wore. Those long legs continued up into a tight, pencil skirt. Her figure was a perfect hourglass from her breasts down to her waist and her hips which filled out her skirt. She was perfect.Oh, how can I forget her ass? My hands would fit perfectly around each cheek. He looked back gently and confidently and said “It’s ok.” I blushed and pulled the door shut as I shot out of the bathroom and ran back to my room.I started getting dressed. I was in total disarray. I’d put my shirt on backwards and inside out. I did get my underwear on right though. A few minutes later he knocked at my room door. “Come in” I said. I blushed again as I looked into his eyes.He came in and sat on the edge of my bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist and said “We’ve.