He worked hard. My sister and I were proud of his success. My sister, Becky was almost four years younger than me. We loved each other as two good si...lings.Naturally we loved our mom too. My mom Amy Paulson was a high school English teacher and she went back to teach in a local high school six years after the birth of my sister, Becky. She taught at another high school that I, and later my sister, attended. My father told her she did not need to work, but mom said the work was important to her. ” she replied with a smile, turning her face up to mine. I could feel her soft breasts on my chest, and could feel her hard nipples poking me, urging me on.I bent down and our lips touched. Softly at first, her lips warm and soft against mine. Then she parted her lips just a bit, the tip of her tongue flicking out to touch my upper lip, exploring, questing. When I opened my mouth as well, our tongues met and danced, the kiss heated up quickly.We broke the kiss slowly, ramping down the. ’ I scoffed and got another burger. It was good to know Manny had no designs on Surfer Babe, but I wondered why he hadn’t tried. After lunch I stretched out on my towel and slept a while. I woke up with sore muscles but was determined to surf some more. I grabbed my board, put the leash around my ankle and went out into the water. I kept my eyes ahead, scanning the water, but my senses were alert for Surfer Babe. Once I stopped, I sat up and looked around and there she was, on my left this. “Now you be a good boy tonight, honey. I should be home a little after midnight, like I told you. I'm sure you'll wait up for me. After all, tonight is the last Saturday of the month – and we both know that it's measuring night, and you'll be getting a special treat later tonight, don’t we?” She grinned and playfully added. “Then again, I might be getting a special treat of my own before then, hmm?”I nodded, and could only gulp, feeling my pulse begin to quicken.Just then her cab arrived and.