The day before yesterday I made four hundred and sixty bucks. If I can get another eighteen hundred, I know I can get the car. You gotta help me!’ h... begged. ‘Your dad said to get the money on YOUR own. So get a job. And why should I help you anyway,’ I got louder as I spoke. ‘ It’s too late in the summer to get a job and the pay for high school guys is shit!’ Then his voice got very calm. ‘ You are going to help me because you don’t want me to show certain pictures of you to your parents’ he. Their scent, often punctuated with notes of the wearer's perfume, made the experience that much more real.He often cased locations to determine the relative risk to nylon value in order to decide what success he might achieve by entering someone's home in their absence. His worst concern was that there would be few or even no nylons in the selected drawer or the nylons he might discover would not be ultra sheer, instead, made of some new fangled chemistry experiment intended to invent a more. ‘No. I want to watch.’ I opened my eyes and looked at her angel face through the tears. She was looking at the screen, her aged, 50 year old face showing a few wrinkles behind the heavy makeup she had on – no doubt for a party she was supposed to go to. My mother is a socialite. She volunteers to support homeless and needy people and organizes dinners and parties for artists and actors. Her blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, full lips and small nose are preferred by many men, though she reserves. It was tight and firm looking and sat right below her thin waist and flat sexy stomach. Right above her sexy stomach rested her tits and from what he could tell they looked to be perfect; firm and perky and at least a C cup. To top it all off she had the most amazing blue eyes that he couldn’t help but get lost in whenever he talked to her. He never even thought that he would have a chance with her seeing as she was 2 years younger then him at 18 and she was friends with his sister, but man was.