Connie remembered all too well what Barbara, or Babs as she liked to be called then, was like at that age. She was a simple minded blonde airhead that...more than lived up to the stereotype. She was, Connie believed, her son's one great mistake in his life. Try as she could, Connie had been unable to keep him from being swayed by a pretty face and a big set of boobs. Nothing that could have come out of her mouth was going to carry more weight than the things Babs was doing with her's.So she had. Her pussy had a strong aroma, too; a bit like fish, but not exactly. I couldn't put a word to it. But, as strong as her aroma was, I liked it! There was something in it that sent shivers through me; and after we stopped, I could smell her on my fingers for hours!But Judy was becoming what some would call a 'wild' girl. Her mother worked long hours at a nearby aircraft manufacturing plant, and so Judy was often left to her own devices, so to speak; and that led, rather predictably, to further. They aren’t weak-looking. They are men just like you. They go to work. They pay taxes. They have fun. They play sports. They read the newspaper. They watch ESPN with you. They go to the gym with you. They seem like regular men. Why? They are regular guys. Any man can get abused by a woman. It’s not a question of size or strength. Have you ever seen an angry woman attacking a man? It’s not funny. It’s damn scary! Guess what? Almost a million men suffer this kind of thing daily. It’s sad but. “Piccadilly Circus!” hailed the conductor and Janet rose from her seat.Stepping from the red double-decker she instantly felt conscious of being a young female alone in Piccadilly; easily mistaken for a prostitute.Her dark hair contrasted against her white face; her slight frame in a brief evening dress. She so hoped he would be on time; it was their first date.But then he was by her side, “Take my arm and call me Charlie!” he chuckled.He was 34, smartly-suited like the other office staff now.