The first incident happened on the day Mrs Z visited her son`s school. The night before we went out for dinner, as usual Mr. Z started to drink a lot with my uncle. Mrs Z was having red wine too, and her face turned red fast after having half of a glass. They both a kind of losing up a bit, and Mr. Z had a lot of bull shit about business and ideas of making money in Canada. I paid no attention of him, but just concentrated on having small talk with Mrs. Z, and she had even more giggles that evening probably from the liquor.
She asked many questions about how school was different in here. Mrs Z thought young people in here seemed happier than in china, and that's why there were more handsome guys “帥哥”in here. Then I knew Mrs. Z had checked out guys, many of them were better looking than her husband for sure. I was just curious did she include me as a handsome guy. I told Mrs. Z be aware that a pretty lady like her would get a lot of approach from boys even with her wedding ring on. Boys were very bold in the western world. I made sure Mr. Z were not listening to our chat of course. I didn't know Mrs. Z was blushing or having too much wine, her face turned even more red and giggled like crazy after hearing what I'd said.
Later our subject turned to teenagers dating. Mrs. Z was a bit curious how early kids started dating in here. I told her that her son probably would start dating at no time when school begin. She was shocked and I said many of us would had our first date no later than grade 8. The parents even have to drive us to parties or movies. Again Mrs. Z responded with a long giggle. After that she mentioned a sweet talker like me must have a lot of girl friends, I told her that I had no one for now, just dated couple girls before. She said if she had a niece in China she probably would introduce her to me. I hoped she would as pretty as her aunt I told Mrs. Z. The conversation was so good even not as flirty as I chatted on QQ, but I knew Mrs. Z probably had never chatted like this before.
The dinner end with both my uncle and Mr. Z was drunk, and Mrs. Z was a little high also. Then my uncle asked me to drive home and on the way Mr. Z had passed out already. Ended up I, Mrs Z and their son had to carry Mr. Z up to their room, which was right next to mine up stair. Then I realized how fat that stupid man were. Their son stayed at the guest room in the basement because the big screen TV, stereo, X box, PS were all down stair.
The early next morning, I woke up from a knock on the door by Mrs. Z. I was thinking to open up with half naked, but I kind of chicked out. Mrs Z asked behind the door if I could give them a ride to her son's school to register classes. Her husband was still passed out and my uncle did not show up. No surprise, my uncle could not get up with all the alcohol last night. Then I washed up in a hurry and took my parent's car to give them a ride. Usually my uncle would not let me drive all by myself because I did not have my licence yet, just a learner at that time, and I felt so good to have a chance to take care of Mrs. Z of course.
Mrs. Z's son enrolled in a very expensive private school. When we got to the parking lot there were ton of fancy cars. Moreover, it was a MILFs heaven, most parents were moms. All trophy wives and dressed so sexy in a summer day , vests, shorts, mini skirts, short sun dresses, heels, sandals and flip flops I couldn't name it all. I had my eyes full and almost got a hard on. On the other hand, Mrs Z dressed a kind of odd for a hot summer day, a set of blue business women suit, with a very tight knee length skirt, inside a white shirt with 2 buttons opened, and a pair of heels at least 3 inches high. Her sharp long legs showed good and made her look very tall and stunning again. When we walked through the campus, I noticed almost all boys checked Mrs Z out. I was sure Mrs Z. realized that too and she probably enjoying all the attentions. I did not know was it because of her heels and tight skirt or Mrs Z did it purposely, her ass wiggled and twisted way more than usual. That was a good few minutes walk to the register hall. If Mrs. Z was my girl friend, I sure would put my arm on her waist or even rub her butt once a while to show those kids that she was mine and this piece of fine ass was taken.
