Once fully immersed in the welcoming scented water she laid back, relaxing. Her mind quickly drifted back to how this current situation had actually ...started.It was twelve months since her mother had passed away suddenly with a heart attack. There had been no warning, Jane had always been a fit, active woman. Emma had always been aware of some mystery surrounding the actual incident but as the family doctor had been present when the attack happened she had never been sufficiently concerned to. The story has its roots in an observation I made some years ago, when Eddie was a student in my geometry class. He was a fairly nondescript boy, a little bit on the smallish size. He was a fairly nondescript student as well. I can’t remember a thing about how good he was in my class, which means he was just average. But one thing did attract my attention – and it made enough of an impression on me that the memory of it influenced my actions years later.I don’t make a habit of looking at men’s. * The house stood high atop a bluff overlooking the Okanogan river and the little town of Jessup. The long dead builder’s vision of grandeur placed it dangerously near the edge of the high bluff. Only a wooden fence five feet high stood between the house and a long, long drop. The fence was built inches from the very edge. The land proved more stable than the many doubters believed when it was built in 1897. None expected the fence to still be standing ten years later and gruesome predictions. The cane swept across, slender strands parting, each landing to slice painfully into her young flesh. The smooth skin now parted in long thin lines, she shrieked sending wonderful vibrations through Greta's bottom and cunt.Janice never let her eyes leave the sight as she stepped to the boy and began stroking his chest and belly, her hands slowly working down towards his groin. She pressed herself up against his back, letting him feel her breasts and smoothly shaven pubis against him, and by the.