He was more into things of fantasy andmythology. "Maybe," he thought, "Maybe Danny's right. I should learnto fight and defend myself. What's worse ...hat could possibly happen tome?" With Dan leading the way, the pair rounded some corners before stoppingoutside where the Sport Supplier should be. But it wasn't. In it'splace stood an old - looking, decrepit shop. It looked more like astore that belonged in the old parts of New England, not here in amodern mall. The front face of the store. "Looked like you were, too. When I first saw you, I thought you were alone and trying to pick her up!"I could feel her hot breath on my neck and became aware of her breasts touching mine as she leaned in close. As if they had a will of their own, my nipples stiffened despite the awkwardness of the situation. A sense of relief flowed through me when she eased away from me. That relief was short-lived as she leaned against the bar and continued to stare at me with that mocking smile."I..." I gave. She asked, “What son? What happened?”“Are you angry on me?”, I enquired.“On you?!! For what?”, she asked.“About that day and that I was thinking about you”, I said.“So, you were really thinking about me that time?”, mom questioned.I didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes. But only that time. It was a mistake. Never happened before”.“Never before? So, what about after?”, mom questioned again.I knew I should tell the truth, but I couldn’t answer.“I think that mistake happened a lot of times after that. “That’s a fact. I had to marry her mother before I could get in-between her legs,” Olivia’s father replied.“Get them jeans off!” her uncle yelled, thinking the teen was taking too long to get undressed.Olivia slowly and very reluctantly, unfastened her tight jeans. After working them off her extremely nice teen ass, she pushed them down her smooth sexy legs. She had to slip off her boots before she could remove them completely.“Please daddy! Don’t let him do this to me again,” Olivia begged one.