. how can i ever thank you? she took my mobile number and said she would get in touch. chance would be a fine thing i thought..but the next morning sh... rang and asked for my address and said she could pop round if it was convenient, yes of course i said,and after a quick tidy up sure enough there was a knock on the door.. and there she was again looking even better than the day before, i followed her as she headed for the living room, was that a hint of stocking top i saw? we sat together on. Why didn't I feel bad doing what I was doing to him by fucking his wife and his mistress? I loved him and he was a great dad so why didn't I feel bad? The simple answer could be that I was just a hormonal teenager who loved to fuck and pussy was pussy and both of them had come after me. I didn't go after either of them and was I going to pass up what was offered freely? Could it really be that simple?My life was weird man; really fucking weird. But I was loving it.I was caught up on my school. Teresa had been wearing only a robe over her otherwise naked body when she managed to get Larry to come into her suite in the frat house. When she got him inside, she let her perfume and the apparent fact that she was naked except for the skimpy robe take over. It had worked like a charm. Larry quickly found himself very interested in this attractive older woman who was their frat mom but for that moment, she was a very sexy and almost naked woman and he was alone with her. In no time, Teresa. The hairdresser was a brunette, maybe fifty I guessed, and a taller woman with a nice bosom and fuller womanly hips. She was attractive in that way you might secretly find a girlfriend's mother or an office manager to be attractive yet a bit imposing at the same time. I decided to leave one side longer hiding my face hanging over my eye and the other shorter almost like a page haircut. When my slightly curly longer hair was trimmed to look this way, the curls tightened up slightly which I found.