One day, while I was in high school, on my way home from soccer practice, I stopped off at my friend Rob’s house to see what he was planning on doing over the weekend. I rang the doorbell, and his mother answered the door, dressed in a pair of shorts, and a vest. His mom was a total fox, tall and slim with blonde hair. It was hard to believe that she had a son my age. “Hi Mrs Connolly,” I said, as I my eyes roamed over her body seeing how well she filled the shorts and vest that she was wearing, “Is Rob here?” If she noticed me checking her out, she gave no indication of it, and she replied… Read more