Since becoming friends, I had the opportunity to meet many of her other friends and family. Including her mom. Since the first time I met her I calle... her Mrs. Stoneman. Mrs. Stoneman was typical of most mothers. She was old. Well she was about 63 if you want to call that old. But she was active. In fact, Mrs. Stoneman was more active than a lot of younger people I knew. I always got a kick out of going by her house. Mrs. Stoneman always prepared a big meal for us. Her biggest complaint was. A quick glance in the mirror to comb my hair revealed a burly cop strutting in our direction, bandying a long thick flashlight between the fingers of one hairy hand. The much more menacing clipboard was raised in the other.I had a clear view of the death warrant's carbon paper fluttering carelessly in the breeze, proud as Old Glory.He leaned over the window and glowered at both of us. The smell of champagne lingered in the air, mixed with an undertone of Rikki's pussy juice. I thought I saw him. Susan walked into the garage and I followed her in, as she approached the work bench, she turned to face me. “I was only comforting him as he can hear his parents arguing every bloody night”.“Oh my God can he hear us” “Yes and he’s upset” she hung her head in shame, I went over to her and said “Everyone needs a hug at some time”, my hands on her hips, as she looked at me her arms wrapped around my neck, after a few minutes I kissed her, and she was willing.She kissed me back and as we snogged,. Their spit hitting your face. How one of them spanks your ass.One of them takes your purse and empties it on the pavement a huge stash of condoms and a giant dildo, no money.They are gone. While you are gathering the condoms and the giant dildo to put them back in your purse, a car stops right in front of you.The window opens. Quickly you close your purse and struggle on your baletheels to the car. You stick your head thru the open window of the car.The man in the driver seat is playing with.