Alice, the mother, was a tall ash blonde, professional in appearance, and rather reserved. Meg, her sixteen-year-old daughter was a typical teen, with...her face glued to her phone. A relaxed dresser, she wore form-fitting jeans and a loose-fitting tee shirt, her flaxen hair tied in a french braid almost halfway down her back. I left them with a lot of information about touristy stuff they might enjoy, time permitting. Alice thought she might have some time for that, but more than likely, Meg. But the icing on the cake was when we met our neighbor. His name was Bobby and god was he hot. He had a swimmer's build (which wasn't surprising considering he was on the swim team in High School) that he frequently showed off when he tanned himself in his backyard wearing nothing but speedos. Today was no different. We occasionally looked out to see a perfect vantage point of Bobby from our window as we fucked."Oh god baby, he's wearing those blue ones that make his cock look so tasty", Eric. She extended the lessonsto table manners, how to eat with utensils, how to fold napkins and howto hold cups."They don't teach this like they used to," she told Amanda. "I want mygrandgirls to know what its like to be lady-like. That seemed to be lostwith you." Oh, mom, really?" Amanda said, liking the thought of teasing hermother.She watched as her mother grilled them with questions, testing theirknowledge."What is the capitol of Florida?" she asked Nicole."Tallahassee," Nicole replied. "That. I managed to get a few steps away from her. I was taking great gasps of air, as she lumbered up into a standing position, finally having some real amount of mud on her front as she collapsed into the mud when I wasn't underneath her.As she stood, she seemed to stumble a bit, and I dove for her knees, hoping to get her to fall backwards, so I could rip off her bottoms, and maybe her top.It was a dumb idea. I knew that as soon as she fell the wrong way, and an eighth of a ton of muscle and bone.