“It’s called drip drying, dear.”“I know, mom.”“Those college girls teach you that?” she teased.“Mom!”“I’ll stop.” She giggled....e finished the trip to the greenhouse and got back to the white limestone. It was getting hotter outside. After lunch, we sat in the cool family room. Mom had changed into a shirt and a short skirt. She mixed us iced teas and we sat in plush chairs facing each other. We talked about the impending sale and her move.Mom had been sitting with her legs crossed. As she. "Besides, every time I come to visit Lauren I am reduced to laughter. Do you have any idea how hard it is to scam our king? That my baby sister does it by telling the truth is the most wonderful joke! After this is over, people will be telling this story a thousand years from now. And maybe, just maybe, we might get a king whose claim to fame isn't who his mother slept with."Kennedy's mind was running in a thousand different directions. It quickly realized the conundrum in the last sentence. "I. The thickened spear of pussy flesh enjoyed the twisting and wrestling that the man was willing to give with his tongue. It was a very long and very horny eat out session for them both."Oh, God, Mamma," moaned young Sharon Pettibone, coming to her senses on the kitchen floor. She had spread chocolate goo everywhere, up and down her slick thighs, between her supple loins, across her soft, oily twat lips. There was even some of the pudding inside her vagina, filling her slit. "I better clean up a. "I'm starved; do you want something to eat? I mean, do you eat anything here?" he finished awkwardly."I am particularly carnivorous; although, I will admit to you that I prefer most of my meat cooked. I like fish raw. However, vegetables and fruit are good; a girl has to keep her shape," and with that statement she stretched herself from head to toe. Travis watched with interest as her prominent breasts became more pronounced."You have beautiful breasts," he uttered without thinking and then.