His mom's tits quivered at the least movement of her shoulders, and he stared at them fixedly as she dropped the robe. They were rich and heavy, round...and firm, with those long, brown nipples sticking out invitingly. She cupped them in both hands, offering them to him, and her voice was low in her throat when she said, "Hadn't you better get out of your jeans, dear?" Fumbling at his zipper, he dropped his eyes over the smooth planes of her belly, down to that prized treasure between her full. She was going to finally meet his parents after nearly three years of dating. She was excited, but nervous at the same time. Mark had always described his parents as uptight and controlling people. As Ashira was putting the cash drawer into the safe, she heard the front door open. ‘Lindsey, what’s wrong? Did you forget your keys?’ she called, closing the door to the safe and turning around. ‘Hello Ashira, have you used your last tan yet?’ Ashira tried to scream as a masked man grabbed her arm. I stayed in my room and got ready for bed and lay down. It was about midnight now and I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door and Chloe was standing there crying again. I asked what was wrong this time and she just said someone was being horrible to her and she wanted to stay with me and she didn’t want to be alone. I asked her why can’t she stay in mums room but she said they weren’t coming home.I said ok. But told her to sleep on the floor.I got in to bed and turned the light out, as I. “You aren’t wearing pants?”Dana laughed and stepped back before doing a twirl. She was wearing a mustard yellow sweater that went down to about halfway down her thigh. She was wearing a black shiny sash around her waist with matching heeled boots. She was wearing red lipstick and of course, her black hair hung past her ass. “You like?”“Yeah,” I stuttered out. The sight of her almost made me forget why I had come over there. “Would you give me a ride to the hospital?”“To see your mom?”“Yes,” I.