The rest of the school rather unkindly labelled them the ‘hillbillies’ and there was very little intermingling.“Mum, we have to go and support K...evin. It’s a big deal for him!” insisted Terri.“No, sweetheart, you’ve got gymnastics on Sunday. And we’ve already paid for your coaching.”“But Mu-u-um, it’s a Tri-State Qualifier. We might never get a chance to see Kevin run in one again.”“It’s okay, Terri,” I interceded. “There are thirty schools competing. If you were there, you’d see about one. She opened the door and she was looking damn hot and gorgeous in a black one piece with long white legs. She greeted me, I sat on the sofa. We started with normal gossips and came to know that she was a divorcee, mother of two children, today her children had gone to stay at their relatives place. I was so happy, never wanted to miss the chance. I always prefer aged women as they have the stamina to take my long dick for hours. I enquired if we can drink beer to which she readily agreed, I went. They were also Jeremy’s parents.The idea that Lydia and I were considering home schooling for Emily was sufficient for entrée for her to the party. So I called them when I thought they would be on the way home and told Lydia that she should go shopping for a nice cocktail dress for Em to wear Saturday.I could hear Emily’s squeals of delight as Lydia relayed the conversation.Three hours later they were home with boxes and bags. I had forgotten that a new dress meant new shoes, handbag, a. No slut. She was acting like one, but he knew better. He'd spent a little time with some of her family members, and this was not what that family had taught her. His brain responded to the seduction she was obviously trying to pull off, and he actually regained some control he had lost as his mind whirred. Why was she doing this? What did she hope to gain? What was her angle? She was legal. He knew that. He'd run her name through the system. She hadn't gotten so much as a parking ticket in.