Jackie was lying on an old brown naugahyde sofa with her head cradled in her arms and her legs curled to her body fetal-style. She was still wearing ...he green sweater and the old wool skirt. She'd shucked off her socks, however, and my eyes lit up as I saw her bare feet cuddled together with the insteps facing me. I took a step closer and said, haltingly, "Jackie?" without taking my eyes off those beautiful pink-toed jewels.She didn't respond, so I took another step and again called her name. "A cheerleader... ? How precious... describe her," Rachel responded with excitement."She has long dark hair, a beautiful oval face, and I've never seen a more beautiful pair of boobs before!" You certainly are present an arousing picture," Rachel commented with a grin, and I sat there blushing at my admission."And does this girl have a name?" I don't know her name... I... I wish I did but I don't," I mumbled in response."Well, does she at least know how you feel about her?" Huh? No way," I. Grinning from ear to ear, Zoe planted a very sloppy French kiss on her own son and made sure that he felt it, even as she put her hands on his stiff rod to stroke it.“Mom? What in the world ... Mom, what are you doing? Wait, have you been fucking all day?” Nick expressed growing shock at each new realization ... his mother was a slut!“Yes, I have, and you know what, I’m about to do it again, aren’t I? Don’t even try to tell me that you don’t want this. I know better, judging from Mr. Happy down. ’ Linda sighs, ‘We only have about twenty minutes before I need to get back to the office.’ Linda stares past Cathy thinking about the friend she has loved from three years old. We’ve been like sisters, yet in all that time I haven’t figured out how you’re able to maintain an emotional wall in relationships. You keep them fun, and never anything close to being serious. I wish I could act or feel like you not allowing myself to get hurt. Me, I am the complete opposite the heart broken lover..