"You're really good at that." Thanks, Mom."Joanna gasped often as she also pressed her two fingers at her daughter's ass. Jordan was still a skinny gi...l. She was going to have a tight ass. Jordan grunted."Go slow, Mom," I advised.Joanna gradually pushed her fingers deeper incrementally opening her ass hole. I watched curious about resistance. Mom's fingers went all the way in. Good! That was the way it should be.I remained patient and watched the females finger each other's ass until both were. In fact their mother expected them to do it as one of the conditions she set down for them having such an expensive and high maintenance pet. Mrs Amsel said the clothes she had on weren't appropriate for such a messy task but the girls reminded her they planned to throw them out and any mess that was on her could be washed off easily enough.The house backed onto a large field also owed by the Bahati's and the horse was stabled in a building just passed their garden fence. It was a very smelly. ” She asked me to get ready as we had to go for shopping.My mom and I went out on a shopping date. We literally shopped till we dropped.We returned home and my mom went for a nap. I laid beside her and hugged her. Unnoticed to me, our maid Sangeeta came in and saw the romance between a mom and son. Sangeeta said, “Bhabhiji can I use your son for some time.” My mom is still in her sleep said, “There are a few condoms in that drawer. Take my son into the kitchen and use them.” Sangeeta pointed me. Miami was still quite a place though. Lots of things happen here in almost every little dark corner or high rise condo by the coast. You can catch wind of a lot of things even when working the little odd jobs all across town. Lots and lots of money being thrown around. Money I can never seem to get a hold of...Just as I was done with my little train of thought, I spotted something odd in the mail. It was an unmarked letter that was kinda fancy. I don't have any friends who used this sort of.