She giggles and protests about my lack of education, but I can feel she does not mind.Nevertheless, as I never saw pornography during my studies, I di... not have sexual dreams.Some of my friends did see pornographic pictures, but were disgusted by the lack of respect for the woman it showed.That did not alter their fascination for the body of the woman as they talk about it since.Unlike me, they clearly wanted to meet a woman to reproduce (no pun intended) what they saw.I understood what mother. Brad was an average 19-year-old nerd he was really good in studies and very intelligent mentally but physically really weak and really sucked at sports and he was often made fun of by other guys when he was in school and one particular guy who loved to pick him was Chris Jones, Chris was a tall muscular black boy and was a basketball star in high school team he often loved to talk about Brad’s mom whom everyone considered the hottest milf in the town.Now let me introduce you to Brad’s mom. Things took a sudden turn in November during a particularly severe cold snap. The overnight temperature had dropped to sixteen below and a lot of the community simply wasn't ready for it. Plumbers could practically name their own price as water pipes froze and burst around town (not that they didn't charge enough on a normal day). Ski season was already underway so the resorts were top priority.My house did just fine but Margie's didn't. It was an old place to begin with; built around 1910.. "We shouldn't do this" I said. "You can get into serious trouble" but he just looked at me and kissed me again. "Into my office, bring your clothes please Alexander" The office was small with an old oak desk and single locker looking wardrobe. There was a sink in the corner near a radiator where a few white towels were stacked. The room was lit by three opaque high level windows with clasps that you needed a pole to open them. It looked like a room that hadn't changed since the school was built.