. well, I'd like to ask you some questions about what boys think okay?" When Jean was uncertain of herself, she often placed an interrogatory inflecti...n on the last part of her sentences as if to say, "You know?" Only if you share with me... tit for tat, girl. I'll tell you things what you wanna know -- if you tell me what I wanna know... and no mincing around either. Fair?" It was always better to establish the rules of engagement with Jean. More often, she was willing to give a little before. Now into this mix throw a bunch of hormone riddled young men, most of which are either virgins, or they have a mum fetish or they have tasted the forbidden fruit and want a mature lady to play with! This then is the environment of Wendy`s world. Now boys being boys word gets round, and the local pizza parlor is no exception so the manager in desperation put up a notice in the rest room, it reads Mrs Wendy, ********, from ******* is keen to be serviced by young lads, if you are one and have to. As I went to turn around a voice said “hello Natasha”. I was so startled it made me jump and I spilled some of my water. It was Suzy’s dad who had been dozing on the sofa “Oh hello Mr Johnson” I replied “I didn’t see you there” “Sorry”, he said, “I didn’t mean to startle you” “I’m OK” I said grabbing some kitchen and knelt down to mop up the spillage. I was aware that he had come into the kitchen area but I was a little taken aback when I felt his hand lifting my nightie and caressing my ass.. Please forgive me." There's nothing to forgive. Now just sit there for a moment while I wind the coffee up again because there are some things I need to tell you."She looked at him questioningly as he stood up. He smiled at her and put a finger to his lips. He went and turned the kettle on again, got two fresh mugs out of the cupboard and spooned coffee into them. He added sugar to his own, poured the water in, added milk and took both mugs back to the table. By taking a sip of his own he.