I had decided to be the cool brunette rather than the ditzyblonde. In a shoulder length bob - not so long that it gets in the way.As for my make-up, t...is always takes hours. The nail varnish has to bejust right. I'm a bit of a perfectionist, really. Then it was redlipstick, pale blue eye-shadow, mascara, eye-liner and foundation. Imust say here that I thought I looked gorgeous! A little slutty? Perhapsbut Liz, I'm ready.I looked at the dainty watch on my wrist. It said 5.50. I was early. Iput. My high school and college friends all think my Mom is hot, but their thoughts are as far as it goes. Mom is a model parent. Three years ago Mom earned an agency trip to Aruba and she took me as her second traveler. Some of her fellow agents were drinking and acting wild. Mom and I did the beach, dinners, the swimming pool, shopping and recorded movies in the room. The next year she won a trip to Paris and took Dad. I suppose they made love but I don't have a little brother or sister yet.Last. “I simply asked if it might be ready early. If it isn’t, a simple ‘no’ will suffice. I will be damned if I put up with attitude from an eight-dollar-an-hour hotel clerk. Now is the room ready or is it not?”“Is there a problem?” a voice sounded from Phil’s left.“No problem,” the clerk said instantly.“Yes,” Phil said at the same time. “I realize that we didn’t arrive in a chauffeured Rolls Royce and that we aren’t wearing clothing that costs thousands of dollars. But you can rest assured that my. She also dropped, dropped so fast Mom's hand was jammed between us, none of us complained. Then s*s did, my cock wasn't deep enough. You can't please everybody sometimes.Lou's thighs were gripping my head so I had trouble making out what Mom said to me. I could hear enough to start in the right direction, one hand on Lou's breast and the other on s*s. They in turn had a hand on each other and their other on Mom's breasts. I felt Lou move in time with s*s and it really did feel like my wife was.