Mistletoe Lane #5 Kerri
When I was in high school, we lived on a quiet street in the suburbs called Mistletoe Lane. It was a cul-de-sac with about 15 houses, all of them occupied by white, yuppie families with multiple kids. Most of the wives were in their mid-thirties, and were very attractive. Most of their husbands were salesmen or corporate types who worked long hours and were frequently out of town on business.
As a senior in high school who had recently turned 18, I really enjoyed spending time with these hot, sexy older women. I was very attracted to most of the women on our street, and tried every excuse I could think of to be at their houses when their husbands were gone.
All of the adults on our street thought I was very responsible and mature for my age, and they had no trouble with me babysitting their kids and mowing their yards. I loved the money I received for these chores, but more importantly I liked being around the women of Mistletoe Lane.
One day I was playing football with all of the boys in the neighborhood. We would get together on Mistletoe Lane and play in the street. The rules were two hand touch, and since I was the oldest, I was usually all-time quarterback.
It was an early winter day, not too cold, but you needed a jacket. We had been playing for about an hour, when Kerri came jogging by. She was one of the "hot moms" of Mistletoe Lane, and a fanatic jogger. We all waved at Kerri as she ran by, and I could not help but admire her attire: t shirt and tight jogging shorts. She looked great, running in the cold air. She was petite, barely reaching five feet tall, with a short, blonde haircut, and the cutest face. She had a great body, lean and tone from jogging daily, with a firm ass and perky tits.
Kerri stopped running as she come up to the game. "Hi boys, how's the game going?" she asked.
