I turned and looked at her, my eyes as wide as saucepans. "You arejoking, aren't you Mrs. Remington?"She gave a hearty chuckle and kissed my cheek. "O... course I'm notjoking sweetie. What's the problem, you wore girls clothes yesterday?" I. Well," I murmured, "those were jeans and a t-shirt. A guy couldmaybe wear something similar. I mean I saw guys around town in skinnyjeans sometimes. This though... this is super girly!" Silly girl. As far as I'm concerned you are a girl," said Mrs.Remington,. The stench in the room was heavy but not at all displeasing. In a way it added to the eroticism of the scene.After pooping for 5-6 seconds in the toilet pan, mom sheepishly adjusted her legs to move to her right. Her bum never stopped defecating so now the poop landed on the right toilet floor tiles. Then she readjusted her legs to move her pooping bum to the extreme left soiling the floor there.It looked like a baker is decorating her cake, but instead of the cake it was the toilet and instead. " My parents are really liberal," I said, "but I don't think they'd let you in the shower with me." Well, maybe I can talk them into it if I come in while you change. For next time." Knock yourself out, girlfriend. I'm not particularly opposed to saving water."Candace came in and was immediately caught up in whirlwind Betts who had just gone down the list and invited close to twenty more people to the wedding. When I got dressed and returned to the kitchen, it was Candace who was ready to. Jerking open the drawer in the sewing machine cabinet, she dug her hand inside it and pulled out a little, yellow cloth measuring tape. Stepping back over to him, she reached down and bent his rock-hard cock out straight in front of him. "Hold it like that," she told him letting the tape measure unravel and drop down.Reaching down, Tyler held onto his cock, holding it straight out in front of him as his mother lifted the tape measure up to it. Pinching the tip of the tape between her forefinger.