”I wasn’t sure about his advice but I gave it a try anyway. I followed his advice and found a suburb with an overcrowded elementary school. Plenty...of young moms.I moved in in June and didn’t get any action for a while. I followed his directions and joined a country club with a pool, tennis and golf. The wives did take notice as I made my rounds around the pool, but they had their k**s with them. I did hook up with a couple of the college help, home for the summer.Come September, everything. As I dove for cover I saw the other four shoot a strange looking pistol, then as they holstered it began to run forward. I flipped a table and took a quick look. The four had a girl over their shoulder and were moving back to the jet-skis. The four with MP5s were now selectively shooting anyone that tried to stop them. The group drove off with the four gunmen riding on sleds behind the jet-skis holding the four girls as the other four men drove the jet-skis.Bee quickly came over our. " I replied, trying to deepen my voice like some of the ancient actors I idolized."A doctor," She stated with just a mild hint of shock. "Not too many boys try for something so substantial." Yes, well... I'm not most boys." I retorted as I involuntarily gripped the case holding my life's work.This statement was more accurate than she could have guessed. I was the only male on the planet whose mother had been purposely chosen him to be so. My mother, Trista Hart, the most celebrated geneticist. My dad was 46 and my mother was 38. She was very fair was large breasts, 36c. Her legs were very light in color and so smooth. But their shape was amazing, they were not fat but just large enough to be so shapely. The story began when my dad was out on business.It was my cousin’s engagement party. But I had exams on so I was working. It was my mother’s sister’s daughter who was getting married. My mother had gone alone. To drop her back home from the engagement, my mother’s sister husband (my.