Her hubby couldn’t always keep up with her needs during her safe times so never said nuthin when she’d disappear with a guy for a while. He knew s...e loved him the best and that’s all that mattered. He’d dipped a few pussies in his day too.Now she was a sexually free woman. At the first barn dance she went to the barn with her husband’s brother, two cousins on her mother’s side, and a neighbor’s hired help. He was a big ole Mexican boy and his dick was the biggest she’d ever had. She’d told him. "And how can she be so sure?" "Cuz he's a guy! And she hates guys!" "So, what do you think? Does he just want to get in your pants? Or does he actually like you? Does he treat you with respect, or treat you like shit." "I dunno!" I decided to end the conversation there, especially since we were getting personal and I was getting aroused. "Well, I have some work to do in the attic. Maybe I'll see you at lunch." "Yeah. Maybe," she said, picking up her phone and texting God knows who, probably. " She looked back to me a bit puzzled, but quickly gathered what I had in mind when my outstretched palm connected with her caramel ass cheek with a smack. She softly moaned in response. "Do you need to be disciplined, Miss Lopez?" I patronizingly asked with a bit of an evil grin on my face. She stammered “Y-y-yes S-s-s-ir" as my hand came down again, this time harder. And then again. And again; each time gaining intensity as she softly moaned and squirmed beneath me. My palms were. ”The first person I saw getting out of a car, was Joan Shepard. There were four more Hot Moms with her and when they stood next to the car, it looked like a Playboy lineup - dressed in tennis skirts and long-sleeve pullovers.Then, I saw Karen. She’s not wearing her usual knee length shorts. She’s wearing a short tennis skirt, with a long sleeve sweater over her polo shirt. Man, what some legs, and that skirt makes her muscular thighs even more evident.Rachel said, “I see June and Betty Lou.