He smiled thinking that how many people were here like him to beat the heat only and not for the real need to shop anything. He found a spot and after...leaving his car, he walked towards the entrance. As he was close to the entrance, he saw 3 lovely, young and very healthy women talking near the curbside. They all looked college aged and attending the close by community college. The black one looked the most gorgeous. She was on the edge of the curb while the white blond was down on the road. About 10 yrs ago I had made friends with a lovely woman (alias Vina) on yahoo chat. She was a divorcee with a kid and was in a relation with someone else. We were regularly on chat for a few years and and after being comfortable met in person as well. Subsequently we kept in touch through phone and met regularly. Eventually we became very good friends and we knew a lot about each other including personal preferences and likes.During one such telephone conversation she happened to talk about one. Stopping in place she listened intently. She came to recognize the sounds of passion emanating from somewhere. Slowly she made her way closer to the sound and as she turned the corner on the last row of lockers her eyes widened and she stifled a gasp.There on the bench of the last row was her softball coach Toni, completely naked and kneeling between the widespread thighs of Karen Sopeski, the right fielder. Coach Toni's heavy breasts dangled and swayed in exact match to the rhythm of her. Yet neither of us wanted to leave the small town and move to big city, to the seemingly safer autonomy of large crowds. This town is where mother had grown up, where I had been born and where our lives were.So the only alternative was to be ultra-secret lovers.In the privacy of our own home - mother and I no longer played the script that life handed us. Meaning she did not play the matronly parent and I did not pretend to be the rebellious teenager. Oh sure there were exceptions, where mom had.