My First Time With Jeff And His Mom
Jeff and I tag team his mom
In high school senior year back in the eighties, I had a friend whose mom would buy us booze anytime we wanted, as long as we drank it at their house. I could tell from looking at her that she was an old barfly. She still had her looks, but her better days were behind her. His mom would pour herself a big glass of Jack Daniel's hand, Jeff the rest of the bottle, and send us to his room. One night, we decided to sit in the...