In our neighborhood, came a new family consisting of a housewife, her husband and their two daughters and only son. Their children study in colleges a...d occasionally came home. Days passed, that woman in our neighborhood, have become a best friend of my mom. From my mom i came to know that her name is Manju and she is 45. She is whitish in complexion and bit fat. I secretly watch her face and expressions when she talk to my mom.One day, my mom went to the market. It was just only me in a big. It was risky letting him come but, it worked out. Later when he wanted to do it again she decided to stick to sucking him off instead. She did him in her mouth a few times and had quite a bank roll going. She was a high school hooker now and she decided to offer herself to some other guys that came from the rich neighborhood. As long as she was going to do it she decided to set a high price tag on her service. The word got around in certain circles and she got a request from an unexpected boy. I don't want to think about driving on it covered in ice and snow — and I've lived in this area all my life."Jeff grinned at her. "There are several bad curves on the county road, too. And, they don't even have a rail. Oh, well, there is generally bad with the good in most things you can think of. This place is beautiful, and secluded. If we lived in the city, we would have neighbors all bent out of shape because I have six wives. We don't have to worry about that up here. We just have to worry. -- and my phone lost its charge.”I dropped the dead cell phone on the couch next to her. She seemed somewhat satisfied.“Well, I’m gonna stay mad at you until you tell me all about her!” she said, patting the coach next to her. “Come on, dad! Give it up!”Okay! This plan had a fighting chance after all.“Sorry you missed the party at Chuck’s house, BabyOneTime, “ I said, almost cringing at the trigger word Chuck chose. Stacy’s smile grew.She took my hand.“You know, I’ve always worried about you.