Brittany won'tmind, Sarah thinks to herself and smiles, pocketing the panties. Shestarts the washer and stacks the basket with the others when she not...cesone more. It's a basket full of what is obviously boy's clothes and theyare even more obviously dirty. This could take a while, Sarah fumed,what a little brat! She thought, it's like he's a toddler that needshelp with everything!She arched an eyebrow at this thought. She looked back out into thehallway at Malcolm's door, then past it to. What do you say."She reached over and ruffled my hair the way mom'slike to do. My cock got painfully hard just thinking aboutwhat I was going to do to her gorgeous ass.She told me to give her a few minutes before cominginto her bedroom. I watched as my mom, or rather herbig, juicy ass, climbed the stairs while each cheekdeliciously swayed from side to side.After waiting for more than five minutes, I went up thestairs to her bedroom and stopped by the door. Thedoor was slightly ajar like the. Looking back at the mirror, she was still there, smiling at me.I walked over and kissed her on the lips. “Time for a shower,” I said and walked over to the bathroom.The salvo of hot droplets on my skin increased the relaxing feeling I already had. I couldn’t think of a moment I felt more relaxed than now. I stood there for over ten minutes with my eyes closed, just enjoying the running water while the steam keeps my body warm. This entire experience was already feeling great. I never thought. . the lightning rampaged in the dust and it started to rain mud.The new island grew and grew ... our island was still sliding away to the north west ... but not as fast.There was a huge jar and we stopped. That didn't stop the new island from growing taller and taller ... bigger and bigger ... and it stopped.Then the wave came.It scooped up the deep water wrecks and played toy boats with them. The beached sailboats were as matchsticks and the roof on our coral block house smashed into the side.