Relatively handsome, we shoulda been out lookin for chicks. But not now, maybe never again. Things had changed. Things were very different. Jim sudden...y perked up.“We’re gonna get ’em, aren’t we?” He asked. Did he even need to? The Hardy boys were in the deepest shit ever.July 3,12:45 a.m.The Hardy house was almost empty. The only male was Sid. The only others were the Hardys’ mom and their only sister. The rest were out. We’d been watching the house in. Chelsea had left him. "I'm sorry, Jacob," she had said, standing by the door with the last of her belongings in a small bag. He had come home to find she'd moved nearly all of her things out while he was at work. As he stood there, dumbfounded, she'd continued, "It just isn't working. I want different things than you do, and it's ridiculous to stay here and pretend otherwise." Then she had left. Two years , he thought. It took her two years to decide it wasn't working? What the hell does that. I’ll let you know xxx”Shit! He wanted a text saying tomorrow.As he made the coffee, his phone buzzed again,It was another photo from Joan, a close up of a hard nipple with a few xxxx at the end.This was followed by another photo, this one of those same white panties, but it also showed a couple of fingers pulling down the top of those knickers revealing some of Joan’s pepper coloured pubic hair with the script,“Enjoy xxxx luv Mum”The next day the texts started early,“Couldn’t sleep thinking. As the semester drew on and I saw him every week, my shy crush turned into a burning lust. I was growing aware of the fact that my body yearned to be touched by him, and my hands constantly ached to reach out and caress his dick through his skinny jeans. Whenever I talked to him, I could feel my crotch getting warm, and his gorgeous blue eyes made me slightly wet every time his gaze locked with mine.I was sure he felt it too. Whenever I called him over in class to ask for help, he would bend.