I really don’t want the lawn to get too high or I would have to rake.”“No problem Lisa. It’s about time I made an appearance anyway.”“The ...lace looks great. You’ve really kept it up nicely.”“Well is it a year so time to sell. I had Earl Jackson come by from Re-Max and he gave me a few pointers. He’s done well for us in the past so I figured we should give him this listing.”“I think we should talk about that. When I had the sale of the house as part of the divorce that was mostly out of. Whilst it looked obviously unnatural in itscurrent context on her, it was still somewhat lifelike and she was pleasedwith the overall affect.She did not remove or lower her jeans, and kept watching Tina in themirror. He seemed eager and this pleased her, although having only had oneor two of her fingers inside him before now (plus the tip of her heel andthe tip of her tongue, she added mentally) she suspected she might meetsome resistance upon the dildo's insertion. Leaning down she pulled. She wore a bindi and no jewelry other than her Mangalsutra, which married Indian women always wear as a sacred symbol of marital fidelity to their husbands. That was another of my mother’s interesting quirks, wearing her marital status prominently even as her son was fucking her cunt off.It was extremely kinky. Or else she was taking great care to see that she never slipped up and revealed her true self to anyone, even unknowingly. She approached my bed and sat delicately. A bit of her ass was. ”A few hours later, she awoke in front of the throne. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back. Her butt was still sore from the abuse. And there was a small tingling from her anus as she moved. Coud was sitting on the throne, with his dick sticking up in the air. She knew what he wanted. She stood up and walked towards her master. Once she stood in front of him, she bent down and began licking his prick. First the shaft, then the head. Once she had finished with the foreplay, she put his dick.