Cosmetics and jewelry were spread all over it. There was a largemirror over a desk on the other wall, and another tall mirror on a wallnext to that, ...nd the closet doors were mirrors. This room was allPillows and mirrors it seemed to him."Kimmie?" his mother said again from the floor as she picked up thelarge pieces of broken glass. "Be careful, I need to sweep the rest ofthis up." And as she swept from the room, Kurt seemed to realize thatthis wasn't his mother at all. This woman seemed. Now as she was kissing Ruth she knew she had made the right choice.Ruth broke the kiss with a wet smack as their lips separated and leaned up over Clair who just looked at her with a smile.“Lift your ass,” Ruth said softly as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Clair’s pants and skimpy underwear together “I want to see if a naughty girl like you shaves”Clair grinned and lifted her ass off the bed allowing Ruth to pull both garments down her slender legs and finally off leaving the. I do have to say the Colonel’s Daughter, the recently widowed, Mrs. Mason. was understandably a little loose in that area due to a demanding, but deceased spouse with a huge long pecker, and on the plus side, her brown eye was probably one of the tightest I had ever encountered and I had the devil of a time just getting in there the first time thinking it was an almost impossible task.It was that second trip for provisions that allowed me to study on Miss Martha a little longer because she took. Fair enough, I can control myself. If that's what she wants, I can do it. All part of the service.She pulls up a high stool and slides herself onto it, legs 'carelessly' crossed and the hem of her dress almost back to where it was when she was fishing around in the fridge, and we chew the fat about nothing in particular, just digging each other and flirting. There's no let-up with the teasing. She keeps me nicely on the boil. Those silky thighs are flaunted under my nose, a sandal dangles.