. my feelings. Jean always helped me out when I was stuck like that."What are you feeling right now, Billy?" she asked as were walking in the hills be...ind our home.I'd been aware that her breasts were swaying inside her sweatshirt and wondered if she had departed from her usual conservative attire to pique interest or if she'd simply grown accustomed to me.Picking up a rock, I heaved it as far as I could into the wooded canyon and muttered, "Oh, nothin'." I've seen you do that a thousand. While walking there, a small group of black guys, dressed like they coming from a pick-up basketball game, passed them while walking in the opposite direction. As they passed, the guys overtly checked out Angie and Christine, who were wearing short shorts and skimpy tops due to the warm weather. Some of them went as far as to make some loud inappropriate comments about the girls (at least Angie thought they were extremely inappropriate). Like she had done all her life, Angie did her best to. I want more of a challenge. It'll quite a novelty to have a girl say no to me." Well, I'm not a girl. I'm a grown woman. More importantly, I'm not just a grown woman. I'm your mother. You've obviously been dating the wrong type of girl." Is there any other type?" Certainly there is. I find it hard to believe there aren't any self-respecting girls going to that school of yours. I'm sure you haven't even tried to meet a nice girl." They're all nice girls, Mom, but there's not a one that won't go. She wore a very short pleated skirt that showed off herlong, toned legs, she had her mother’s legs. Her topwas cut very short barely covering her midriff. Ithought about making her go back upstairs and changebut I wasn’t up for another argument so I said nothingand just let it go. With my keys in hand I followed behind her to the caras we walked towards the car she dropped her hair clipwhen she bent over to pick it up her skirt rode upexposing her cunt, the slut wasn’t wearing.