He saw Richard getting banged from behind by the school’s history teacher. “More fuel for his plans” he thought. He quietly closed the hatch a...d left the two to their own and headed home. As he got to his house, could see that his neighbors were up in arms. Melissa the cop had come to the hippie house and took all their marijuana plants. They grow and sell Marijuana in the backyard to make ends-meat. This was the first time he saw her over their, but it wouldn’t be the last. Already,. After Becky our daughter started high school I started working part-time in an ad agency. I went to different businesses and helped set up newspaper ads. I drove all over the city. It was a fun job. I got a lot of attention from men, even though I was heavy. Men just seemed to like big boobs, and that I had. I like the attention from men. My husband Chuck was the only man I had been with. I made the mistake one night and let another man have me. I don’t really know why I did it. I guess because. The beer bottle slipped from my hand and rolled away from me on the carpeted floor. My eyes locked on my car keys that lay on the end table across the room. I grabbed them and headed to the car with only one thing on my mind, an aching desire to be deep inside her. I parked my car on her street, got out and walked towards her house. My heart quickened as I spotted the flickering of her television in her front window. The light flickered different shades of blue, at sporadic intervals, through. She almost always took her top off at our place and would often grab my crotch or kiss Jean without warning, or any sense of embarrassment, much less any shame. She had even been known to corner me and pull out my cock before sucking it, but never finishing the job, often leaving me with blue balls for hours until Jean could take care of me. Her friend Beth was little better. At almost six feet she was the quintessential California girl, with the blond hair, blue eyes, and big tits. I had not.