It was kind of enquiring, if not incomprehension, something just short. Angie couldn't quite work out what 'that' look meant and she wasn't exactly en...ouraged by it. She just fobbed it off as her being slightly out of sorts, after all, a lot had happened in a very short space of time and it was only to be expected that she wasn't going to be one hundred percent, plus she was having to put all her trust in two people that thus far had been anything but successful in their endeavours.Things. " She cries as she rushes to your bedside."I don't remember anything about what happened mom," You tell her. "It's all just a blur and a bright light of some kind."Your mother bathes you with kisses her breasts press against you sending chills up and down your spine and you find yourself patting her very firm buttocks. "I am told that the doctors think I can go home tomorrow or the day after." You think to yourself that your mother has a really nice ass.The next person who enters the room is. Although it had been over a week since we'd last made love, there seemed to be no need to hurry as she slowly began to kiss and stroke my tits. She knew just how to bring my body alive, with her years of experience she could read me like a book. Using all her skills at titillating, she had me moaning and writhing with the pleasure surging through me. She kissed and caressed her way down till I felt her hands on my thighs, inviting me to open my legs to give her the freedom of my pussy. All I. “That bastard has some nerve.” She closed the email from Wes Brandt after reading it.The former fuck buddy who could’ve been ’the one’, had just contacted Brooklyn out of nowhere. His note explained that he was sorry for the words he’d said all those years ago. He told her he wished he had thought differently back then, but he was afraid. Apparently, the bastard was also about to get a divorce.The thought of Wes’ marriage to that woman breaking down came as no surprise to Brooklyn. When they.