"It was his mother's number when she played basketball in Russia," Terrysaid."Really?" Really." Then it's a woman's number. I should keep it." But it'... mine, num-num," he said."I keep saying it. You can wear anything of mine you want to wear."At nights, when the hockey game was over and they had made cubes orwhatever from the ice, we'd lay in bed. Terry's hands would start toroam, and we'd kiss. I'd keep the jersey on to tease him. "Are you to touching my breasts or Overstreet's?" I'd. ”“What?!” my dad exclaimed. “You’re joking!”“No, I’m not. I knew about the guy, but I had no idea it was that serious. And, even more shocking, they moved the date up to September 21st as soon as she found out that I was going to ask Jessica and Kara to marry me. It doesn’t make ANY sense to me at all. I talked to Kathy and the other girls and nobody understands. Jessica doesn’t know this, well, she might have assumed, but I was ready to marry Bethany. I talked to Bethany about it, and she. Patsy had been 24 when I’d first met her, and she’d been in the midst of a nasty divorce. She’d married her school sweetheart when they were both 21 and had graduated from the state university. She’d grown up; her loser of a husband hadn’t. He’d carried on trying to live his frat boy lifestyle, and a couple of months before I’d arrived she’d walked in on him and two women.I’d found the beautiful girl fascinating, hell, the woman wore a Glock 19 pistol at her hip for work. Patsy admitted that. We have fucked a few young women from her work, but they are generally business like young women who appear older than they are. What I wanted was a young woman who looked 18 and acted it as well or could atleast play that role for the night.After some searching online we located an 18 year old named Jenna. Jenna was a cute petite woman with beautiful perky breasts and shoulder length blonde hair. Jenna weighed about 105 pounds and was about 5 feet tall. She was just what I was looking for and.