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of the girls had a mother that she really wanted me to meet so one Monday she brought her along. Betty sure was a beauty. She was forty-five years old and pretty as any Homecoming Queen I had ever seen. She was about five feet seven inches tall and maybe a hundred and thirty-five pounds. Her hair was light brown, her eyes were a pale blue, and her breasts were probably a C-cup. The fact that she was wearing one of her daughter’s bikinis made me hard. After talking to Betty for a short while I realized that she was not an airhead like her daughter and asked her if she would help me furnish the cabins. She said that she could use the money. We had finished the first five cabins and the guys seemed to