MILF Handbook Step 1 : Finding yourself a younger man to train. If you wish to take a much younger lover, You'll want to find a younger man to train for the role, don't wait for the man to find you. The most trainable will be inexperienced and timid, it is better that he has no experience than a experience doing things the wrong way that you will need to train out of him. Important traits to look for. Dependable, mature enough to keep his mouth closed, trainable without becoming headstrong or cocky, Nurturing, kind, and funny. Patient.
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The bi-monthly block party and BBQ was in full swing. I sat brooding in the hot tub watching next door as a group of dads talked about what type of seasoning to added to the meat sizzling on the grill. I hoped I never got into a place in life where I needed to decide with a group of other men how much paprika I should put on my steak.
We lived in the upper middle class equivalent of a gated community. It was a group of houses around a single private road that circled around in an oval in an unincorporated area next to town. On two sides was the river, on another a forested area of a state park. Closing it all off was a stretch of highway on the other end of a large sound barrier wall. Thirty six families in forty houses, with everyone knowing everyone. Every two weeks during the summer we would have a block party, with one house in five cooking food and everyone else going from house to house visiting. Most of our neighbors were blue collar union workers who had started their own businesses in things like plumbing or electrician.
I wanted to be at this block party about as much as I wanted to grow a second asshole. I had started my senior year of high school a week ago. My first day of school my mother had found a few half empty boxes of condoms in my backpack. Then she found the unrolled condoms in my garbage can. Within minutes most of our neighbors knew I was not a virgin. Of course, I had not been using those condoms for sex, just practicing the correct way of putting them on. But none of that mattered to my mother, who was convince some young Jezebel was stealing her boy's innocence. Screaming for hours that I was grounded for life and that she would be calling the girl's parents as soon as she figured out who the girl was.
I looked over to see Ms. Sullivan and Mrs. Murray coming up the patio steps with plates of food. "Oh hi. Your mother said you weren't feeling well. We just thought we should stop by with food. And we wanted to see how the hot tub remodeling turned out." It was nice set up, my parents had taken half their second floor outdoor patio and turned it into a hot tub room. A large red brick fireplace along one wall, a second wall overlooking the river was thick greenhouse glass, the third wall facing the rest of the patio could be removed in summer or screened in. Overhead, a wooden roof with the beams exposed give it the feeling of a romantic log cabin. The back was partial open and led into our dinning room area.
The two of them were high I noticed. Weed grew wild in the state park a few hundred yards away and I knew that some of the parents would wonder over to 'borrow' some. "Just in time too, its starting to drizzle." Mrs. Murray smiled as she watched the dads next door scurry away into the small pool house at the end of my neighbors pool.
