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Ever since I was in grade school I had the hots for Mrs A. She was my best friend Jeds, mother. Mrs A was a young guys wet dream. Pretty, vuloptuous, blonde and ever so sexy. Mrs A would spend the summer days working in her yard. Always in shorts and a loose top. All the kids in the neighborhood hung out at Jeds place.I would always play close attention to her. Whenever Mrs A would bend over my eyes would target on the closest piece of her flesh. If her bottom came into to view, I'd stare. But my favorite part of Mrs A was her breasts. I'd fall over myself to get a glimpse down her shirt. My favorite time to stare was as she weeded the beds. Her huge breasts would sway back and forth. Her shirt hanging low I would get long looks of tits, sometimes even her nipples. Speaking of her nipples. They were enormous and a lovely shade of red. Amost five inches across I would guess.

Years of watching Mrs A filled my fantasies. Insted of using smut magazines to get off. I would always imagine her as I got myself off. As I reached high school age, I began to fill out. Girls started taking notice of me. Dates followed, but I still dreamed of Mrs A. After school Jed and I would go to his home to listen to music or play pool. Mrs A worked at this time, so getting to see her was few and far between. One winter night Jed and I were playing some air guitar to some Rush riffs when his dad called. He had car trouble and needed help. Jeff told me to wait for him and we would go out to the schools basketball when he returned. I sat in Jeffs bedroom playing tapes and reading magazines. I heard Mrs A enter the house. I thought I would ...

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