"As if 'slut' was the worse name I had been called. There hadn't been a word invented that someone hadn't used to describe me or what I was doing. "I ...ope your mother is proud," was used a few times. For the record, my mother would be proud that I was doing something other than leeching off the government, as she would say if she were still alive. Never knew my father so I couldn't care less what he thought. All three of my children knew, and they had no problems with it. So, bite me, Karen!I. Mrs. Olsen gradually came again into view. She had to be in her late forties or maybe fifty. She was a petite lady, with short, blond hair, very nice to us, and I was friends with her boys. I nervously looked at her chest. She had wide, long breasts that covered her entire rib cage and spilled to the sides due to their weight. There were large pepperoni areolas right in the middle of each, crowned by large, long brown nipples. I immediately understood why her k**s were strong and healthy, she. For Steffi, September was lonely. Her new boyfriend was now away, andshe started to worry more about whether his new experiences would changehim. She talked with Billy often, but it didn't overcome the fears. Washe going to find someone new at school? Now that he's buried the hatchetwith Samantha, would his sexual fantasies with her become reality?All of those fears went away at the end of September. They went awaywith one simple message. It was a picture sent through a messaging app. One. .why? What if you had broke down , what you have done? She said I'd got a ride with someone. Oh Hell no I said, that's crazy talk. She laughed and said NO I knew I'd be OK. OK what happened when you got to his house, she said well I left my coat in the car and walked to the door. Oh man I am shaking and my feet feel cold by now. She said I rang the door bell and he let me in. Well what then? She said we fucked. OH I know but tell me about it. She said well he has a king size bed and we fucked.