She was stock still for a moment or two, her face frozen in surprise and terror, and then let out an alleviated breath once she realized who her intru...er was. Her expression turned to bewilderment then."Um...Rena? Why are you naked?" she asked."I saw you," I told her, slowly stalking her, "with Nathan, in the study."Mom's eyes widened again. She flipped her dark blond hair from her face with the shake of a head, and looked away. Her mouth opened and closed several times. I could tell she was. Tackles flew in thick and fast with no quarter given or asked. It was good testosterone driven sport. At least it was until I tried to turn just as someone stood on my foot. I felt the pain shoot up from my ankle. Unlike a real game there was no trainer rushing on with his magic sponge, so the best I could do was to hobble to the side and sit it out for a few minutes until the pain wore off. It didn't of course, in fact my ankle swelled up that much I couldn't get my shoe back on. Twenty. Now here is another secret of guys, we actually lust after all boobs. Big, small, round, flat, perky, pillowy. We like all of them. But smaller ones are often associated with younger girls, and most guys like the idea of being with a girl that is innocent.” Kimmie snorted at that, and I noticed the third song was coming to an end.I spotted Linda on the other side of the rink and caught her eye. I waved at her to stay back for a bit, and smiled. She nodded and pointed to the bathroom.. ’ She inquired.‘Pinkie, girls from my age-group don’t like me and don’t feel comfortable with me as I don’t act my age. I tend to speak lots of intelligent things and they feel out of place in my company.’ I explained.‘Are you a virgin?’ She asked point-black looking into my eyes.‘Yes, I’m still a virgin.’ I replied.‘Ok, then, I must go to pick up my husband from his office and drop him to the air-port. See you at my place tomorrow at eight a.m. and it will be good if you can make it early, say.