It bothered her that he didn't appreciate her efforts.The outright antagonism by the children on her last visit home had been shocking. She had never ...imagined her children would tell her to leave the house and never come back. To learn they wanted to trade up in mothers had hit her like a knife through the back. John taking the children's side had been the final blow. She couldn't comprehend why they didn't understand how much she was doing for them.Dwelling on her problems was just giving her. Nothing I could ever even imagine.Jennifer was desperate—and so was her plan. She hoped she still had some magic, some power to exploit. But as she'd looked at herself in the mirror this morning, she'd not seen the glow she'd once been able to project. The man she was waiting to meet—would he even recognize her?"Hello, Jennifer," said a familiar voice.Swallowing hard, Jennifer tore her gaze away from Mikey, turned her head, and looked up at the man she never thought she would see again in her. Lei era bionda,riccia,occhi a palla blu, magra e molto più sveglia di me.Avevamo finito la seconda media e ogni tanto ci chiamavamo a casa (eh, i ragazzini iniziavano ad avere i cellulari ma noi ancora no) per uscire e fare qualche giro o giocare; ma fu proprio in quella estate calda e durante una partitatella di basket che lei si chinò per raccogliere la palla e fare il primo tiro e io vidi dalla sua maglietta,una profonda scollatura; sappiamo che succedesse noi maschietti a quella età e da. “Well I have to admit I saw more of Karen’s than yours so it wouldn’t be a fair comparison.” With that she stood up and pulled her skirt to her waist. My cock twitched and was decidedly uncomfortable now and I gasped, not expecting this. “Well, are mine as good as hers?” I couldn’t answer, I couldn’t speak, my eyes locked on her thighs and the white panties now on show as I tried desperately to keep my throbbing cock from becoming obvious. She just stood there clearly waiting for a.