As the brunette lay in a post orgasmic heap, the blond stood up,went to her backpack and pulled out a strap-on dildo which she deftly attached around ...er waistand up between her legs!!! Now standing lasciviously over her partner, she began jacking the fakecock as if it were the real thing, while my pussy was wet like never before . I wanted to see the little brunette get it from that huge rubberdick, and after teasing her for a few minutes, the blond lowered herself between the brunette's. Hell, I was impressed. What I'd always called the living room, which I guess could be charitably called a den at best, was vastly improved and feminized too. It was more of a difference in detail than overall style though.It now had furniture that actually looked like it belonged together, even though it had a masculine flavor, except for the rocker. I had never wanted a rocker in my life and had never owned one. Now, beside the overstuffed ranch flavored recliner there was a bentwood wicker. Maybe I just worry too much,heh." You never stop worrying," Caroline reassured the younger woman."That's what makes a mother a great mother." Our oldest two are over thirty and we still panic about them if theywait too long between phone calls," Malcolm chuckled. "And they liveonly a few miles from us and don't jet off to all corners of the worldfor work!" I think I'd have a panic attack if Laura ever got on a train byherself, let alone a plane," Michelle chuckled."You'd have every right to,. I decided to browse the net to kill time. I sat on the computer waiting for it to turn on and when it did her mom’s messenger program came up. I was trying to click it away but ended up opening her email. I first was trying to close it out but something caught my eye, it was a subscription to a porn/sex chat site. I hesitated opening it but I did anyway. I was on the home page and logged in using the information in her email and was browsing away. I quickly found out that she was on there to.