She was perfectly middle aged, rocking the mom jeans and a vee neck shirt that perfectly showed off her c cup cleavage.She had shoulder length blonde ...air and the most piercing yet kind blue eyes that I have ever known. She didn’t look much different from when I had seen her last. The typical soccer mom physique. In shape, but on the cusp of letting it go. No eighteen year old, but tight and firm in all the right places.She babysat me often as a child and I was always in love with her. Once,. As my cock continues to become erect it brushes against your stomach – and you wish you could take me in your arms. I lean forward and again taking both of your breasts in my hands – I rub my face in them, biting each nipple gently, but hard enough to cause you another sharp intake of breath. I put my hand on your inner thigh and with my fingertips, trace a line up to your juicy cunt. You are so wet, that my middle two fingers slip easily in. You try to lower yourself onto my fingers and I. Heather smiled at him. “I’m right, aren’t I?”“You know NRBQ?” he asked, hesitantly.“I love NRBQ,” Heather answered. “And you’re the first person I have ever met who knew who they were.” She took another bite of her sandwich and swallowed a large mouthful, suddenly giddy. “I take that back,” she continued excitedly, “You’re the first person other than my friends and family members who get sick of hearing me go on about them.”Jared laughed. “I know the feeling all too well,” he said, nodding his. She still attacked it like a hungry boy instead of a daintygirl; I suppose she will learn new behaviors with time.The school day was about as uneventful as it could have been, given thecircumstances. Claire's test came right before the first bell of theday. She was already seated at her desk when Lana approached, fingernailclippers in hand. "Hi Claire! Let me show you how neat my new fingernailclippers work!" Of course, she knew she was springing a trap; if Claireand Super-Sister really were.