Right in front there's a lower building, with a terrace and a garden on top. The owner is a long and dark haired girl, with pronounced cheekbones and ...ight eyes, that I had already noticed almost on the first day. Today I saw her hanging out the clothes to dry, wearing only a pareo that barely covered her body and I could not help observing how cute she was, and tender, with those sweet round soft tits and the hard nipples hardly held in by the light tissue. Then she went back inside, but. Anyway, the whole situation explains the avenging-angel mind-set that had me sprinting through what was supposed to be my Tuesday morning jog with Missy."Wouldja -- puff -- slow down! Sheesh! Puff. What's -- puff -- what's got -- puff -- you -- puff -- so stoked?" Stuff," I answered vaguely, slowing to what felt like a snail's-pace trot."What stuff?"It was stuff I couldn't share with her, even under a triple-cross-your-heart-and-swear-to-die promise to not tell anyone. Fortunately Missy was in. ”“Got a few of those students walking down Memory Lane.”Jessie grinned, “And what they remembered was Fearsome Folsom.”The twins were quite pleased with themselves. Which was perfectly fine with me. There’s more than one way to dig up intel and if a little social engineering was involved, so be it.Jesse, “Turns out that ‘Fearsome’ isn’t Martin Folsom, it’s his mother. Maxine”I sat up, “Really?”Jessie, “Turns out she’s a bitch on wheels, nobody liked her.”“Really domineering.”“No father in the. I was unable to stop the moan as his fingers made there way down my neck onto my breast.I felt his fingers under my blouse as he began rolling my nipple between two fingers. My breath became short and ragged as my body began feeling like, if something didn't happen soon, I'd explode. We finally broke the kiss.As we broke the kiss I said "Jon Paul I want to be with you, but I'm a married woman. I have children at home and a husband, what I'm doing is wrong."He whispered, "But what is so wrong?".