Mrs. B was the neighborhood MILF. A group of us had been lusting after her since we were in our teens and she was in her 30s. She was married then, and her husband knew we all thought she was hot. I think it was a source of pride for him. Having the hottest wife in the neighborhood.

Every Halloween when we showed up with our lame costumes and plastic bags — being far too old to be trick-or-treating — he’d simply say, “Hi, boys. Back again this year?”

We’d mumble something stupid, and he’d call out, “Maribeth! Come bring the candy bowl for our guests.”

If my friends were like me — and I knew they were — we were all sporting half tents in our pants when she showed up. Usually dressed as something sexy.

One year a sexy witch, the... Leer Más