Lo and behold, there she was. With yet another lovely picture of herselfposted, Lysa was chatting back and forth with a couple of girls. Mark couldsee...that the occasional topic of the conversation was how Lysa spent her dayand her evening. At one point, she remarked what a great day she had. Shetold one girl about how she met a guy this week and how nice he seems. Butshe's not sure where it will lead yet. Lysa was pretty vague on the details,keeping things private for the most part.Mark felt a. Alex was disappointed. Sunday afternoon was always such a special time for her parents. During the two weeks they had lived with her parents, Harold had even commented, if somewhat crudely, on the amorous sounds coming from her parent's bedroom on Sunday afternoon. Nothing she did that day, however, could pry his interest from the ball games. He didn't even look twice when she served his beer topless. Or bottomless. She finally felt silly throwing herself at him like that, so she just went to. ” “Aw, come on, Laur,” Tara said, placing a bottle of diet Coke on the table in front of her. “We’ll figure it out.” “How? I know you’re smart enough to conquer the world but I can’t do it. I’m sick of it. I’ve been to see her, done extra credit, gotten tutored… There’s no way I’m ever going to pass this stupid class.” “Give me ten minutes upstairs, then come up.” “Why can’t I just come with you?” Lauren started to get up. Tara pushed her back down gently. “Ten minutes.” She flipped her dark. They consisted of an old ratty pair of my sweats, the pants she had cut off and made into shorts, almost too short as I'd seen the lower part of her firm ass cheeks when she'd bent over before. But even the sweat top she was wearing was sexily provocative. She had cut it off baring her midriff, the top just barely concealing her breasts. The fact she was my own mother still didn't fail to get an appreciative look from me when I'd seen her in it the first time, but it was now even more so after.