She couldn't handle all the memories associated with our old house, because dad had added so many small custom features, that he made. There was no pl...ce in the house to look without seeing his handiwork. It was impossible to live there and be able to get over his loss. There was still enough money to live on, but my mom needed something to do.Mom is 36 years old. She was one year younger than Dad when they were married 17 years ago. I was born 10 months later when she was 18 and he was 19. At. As her clothing oozed with sex,she still managed to look cute. Bettie was working as a door to door salesperson to earn extra pocket money. "Hello would you like to try a free sample" she asked with her bigblue eyes. "Why, yes" Rita told Bettie as she let her in. She felt pity forthe her having to work in a weather like this. "Have a seat" Bettie sat on the couch, Rita sat next to her. "Awful weather, huh?" "Yeah" Rita and Bettie went through the samples for half and hour. Rita bought onethat. I, of course, was still pure and free of sin as we began the new school year in the seventh grade at St. Ignatius. It seemed that almost everybody had returned from summer vacation with a new sexual awareness, myself included, although my knowledge of the subject did not yet involve physical experience. I understood well enough what so many other guys were suggesting with their oblique comments, but my little cock had not yet conquered me.After gym on that first day of classes I noticed that. She would straddle me, shouting in triumph, her buoyant tits bouncing near my eyes, the buttons of her nipples showing through the fabric of her blouse. I would feel her silky ponytail falling in my face as she panted and her green eyes sparkled.One time Cait came over to try and break us up, but I grabbed her ankle and we pounced on her; Megan tickled her under the arms and smothered her face with her boobs while I went for the soft underbelly until Cait managed to scissor my head between her.