Your cheerleaders will start building circles and squares instead of pyramids.” She laughed, a throaty derp laugh that caused even her teeth to smil.... We got up and walked down the stands.“Tell ... Sorry, I’m bad with names ... the red head that I wasn’t creeping. And thank you ... did you tell me your name?”““Mrs. Koallinski”.“Married?” She smiled.“More or less. You?”“Married.” She chuckled.Don’t be a stranger ... kid.” The way she said kid, she was flirting with me. Or teasing at least. I. One morning he even forgot to prepare him breakfast. The atmosphere at home had changed.One day, shortly after а spring downpour, his father took him in his arms and carried him to the taxi that waited near the entrance. The street was shining in the sun as if varnished, sending up tiny wisps of smoke“Where are we going, dad?”“To visit your mother. She misses you a lot. She wants to see you. But you should not ask her any questions, okay?“All right.”The hospital smelled as bad as before. Tis. I worked with a young woman named Jill. She was nice, and everyone in the office liked her. Having gone through the divorce, Jill was sensitive to what I was experiencing. Out of the blue, she said her mother (also divorced) was coming to town (note the title of this story - she lived in the north woods). Jill asked me if I would be interested in spending some time with someone "my age." I thought, "What the heck - it was just a meeting" and agreed.The meeting was arranged - actually, a concert. She was also not getting laid. Back home she undressed and had another shower. On her bed she began to talk about what Carl had failed to do, make her orgasm. She began to rub her clit and finger her pussy. “Mmm I like that” she moaned “make me come Lisa” talking to herself. Her other hand began to squeeze her now erect nipples. She closed her eyes and squealed as she came. “Don’t stop you horny bitch” she wailed as she worked on her second orgasm. It only took a couple of minutes to overpower.