Instead, I was greeted by an older woman maybe in her late 40s. She had short red hair and a slender body with lovely little C-cups, like Jenny's. She...was wearing a button-down cotton shirt and denim shorts. Her legs, like Jenny's, were absolutely gorgeous -- long, slender, smooth. She was tanned golden brown. Her skin showed some sign of age. I could make out the imperfections, the wrinkles here and there, but she was still a thing of beauty."Can I help you," she asked. Her voice was husky and. More beautiful than ever and more unattainable. We barely spoke to one another for the first many weeks. Hell bent on getting into trouble, she took up hanging out with the rich football jocks. Led by Paul, they privately called themselves 'The Pedo Boys' and their motto was sickening - 'If she's old enough bleed, she's old enough to breed.' They had left a trail of misery including pregnancies and at least one suicide attempt and it was astonishing that they got away with it. But their parents. Tim just wanted to get laid. But you made me feel loved. Those things are what I wanted to do with your father. He no longer tries to make me feel loved or important.Well, his loss. Yes, I definitely want, and need, to continue to, to feel like this." She paused a minute, then looking up at me from under her lashes; she blushed a bit and said," So Jeff, what do you want me to do?"Wow! This was a mind blower! My mom was asking me both for approval and direction. While I tried to process this, I. If I didn't find thekey soon..."AW, WIDDLE JOSIE'S BWAH HAS A WOCK ON IT," said Penny in a mockinglittle girl voice. "SHOULD WE GIVE HER A HINT, BOYS?" Hesitant applausecame from the crowd. "OKAY, HONEY, THE KEY IS IN THE HEEL OF ONE OF YOURSKATES. NOW GROOOWW!"The grinding scale began to move again, and Penny and I came eye to eyeas mine lowered and hers rose. Each side of the scale now read E. Whenthe cage stopped with a slam, my wheeled feet fell out from under me.Unfortunately my cage.