Dear people who like to… read
hello
my name is bob, but you can call me bob
when i was 13, my life was changing everywhere. my school was becaomming more of a challenge, my pubes were commin in, my dad had just divorced my mom, and my best friend had moved away to nebraska. I always wanted comfort by anyone and a big way for me to forget my problems was to get little jobs here and there helping neightbors and car washes… the stpuid things like that. my mom was so proud of me and thought i was very good at what i did.
one day i came home from doing my neighbors back yard when my mom was doing the laundary. my mom is very beautiful. she is an angel. she had long legs that go on forever and the face of a princess. her breasts were nive and round.