With your..." Mother," I answered for him, each of us with eyes glued to the photo, not even comprehending that there was a plethora of others stacked...just below that one that we hadn't really looked at yet.The fact this particular photo, along with many others, was in black and white, told us these had been taken many years earlier, not to mention the fact that our parents likewise looked very young. Obviously, this had been going on for a very, very long time now. I was at first shocked and. She was about 5'6" tall with brunette hair and a 36" bust. The only reason I knew about her bust measurement was from hearing her talk to her girlfriends. She usually wore Capri pants and tight tops around the house and during the summer she went swimming in the smallest of bikinis.I had a girlfriend named Jan when I was a junior, but she would never let me fuck her because she was afraid of getting pregnant. Her dad was ex-military and he ran a pretty strict household so I know he would have. "I believe you are eighteen, is that right?"Adam was confused by her behavior. He had never seen her act like this before, didn't know how to respond. He could only nod affirmatively to her question.Miss Shelly froze for a second, as her eyes focused on his. Her breathing was getting heavier, and he could smell the half eaten apple from her desk, on her breath. Her face was only inches from his. He didn't know what made him do it, but suddenly he closed the gap between them, and pressed his. I think she must have wondered why we were at the Warehouse instead of the café. She told me about being a widow, her husband having been killed in a car accident after returning from Afghanistan two years earlier. It had taken this long for her to decide to date again and I happened to be in the right place at the right time. As I walked her back to her apartment, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and asked me to call her again. I promised to do so, very much. I waited until lunch time the next.