"Morning, Mrs," said Dick, "can we do any odd jobs for you today?" Erica had been up for a while, but was still in her knickers and tee-shirt as she a...swered the door. She looked at the two eager scouts standing on the doorstep, one of them clenching his small bucket of coins, the other toying with a strip of round yellow “Job Done” stickers, and wondered aloud, "Umm... what sort of jobs can you do?" All sorts of things,” chipped in Willy, "clean your room, wash your car, anythingreally. So. She was respectful of us, doing everything she could to help out with an array of chores.When she came home for the first time, Thanksgiving, she pointed to the beer in my hand and asked, "Can I have one of those?"Wordlessly, I tossed her a cold one and watched, surprised, as she popped the top and proceeded to chug the entire bottle. No more sipping while fighting away the bad taste. I wondered just what Lin was going to college for.We had our usual talks to catch up and fill each other in on. Undress me.”She timidly unbuckled my belt, opened my jeans, pulled them down my legs then grasped the waistband of my boxers and tugged them down over my rigid shaft. It sprang free and snapped up to slap my belly.Now, I’m not the biggest guy around, but I’ve never had cause to be ashamed in the locker room either. Mrs. Blaylock was transfixed, staring at my manhood.“Oh, my,” was all she mustered, “It’s so big!”God, this woman did wonders for my ego! I flicked my erection, making it bounce.. The festival would be three days of non-stop musical bliss. People were there to just celebrate life, love, and freedom. People were coming from all different parts of the country to a little town in Bethel, New York. This is the story about when a few of my friends and myself experienced “Woodstock.” “Chloe, you better be careful when you girls go to that music festival.” “Daddy, don’t be so square.” “I don’t want you getting knocked up. You’re only eighteen years old. You better be.