"Tiffany walked behind Cara as Cara showed around. The kitchen had goneunchanged, but the living room now showed the marks of Cara's touch. Shehad the...white room repainted ballet pink. In place of Tim's sportspictures on the wall, there were Monet reproductions.Tiffany smiled at the girlish look the room had taken on in his absence.It wasn't Tim's living room anymore. It was Cara's. Cara showed him thedinning room that had barely changed. The only difference was a fewfloral arrangements on the. Here he was standing in the kitchen with a raging hard on, a hard on for his mother! And she was the cause of it. Not accidentally like when he would occasionally see her changing or when he would get a flash of an unintentionally exposed nipple. No, she was going to willingly model lingerie for him, the type that he had only ever seen on porn sites.He settled onto the couch and waited. Meanwhile, Ashley was in the master bedroom stripping down out of her clothes. She removed her bra and. Sherman took what he needed to maintain the march and burned everything left. Burning crops and even killing all the farm animals to deny food, shelter and mobility and the ability to survive for civilians and soldiers alike.That meant that those who left the camp were returning home to nothing but starvation with what little they had and that would be stolen by fighters from both sides along the way.Those who survived would try to return to the camp; a vicious cycle that was repeated often in. He took his fingers from her lips and slid them inside the hem of her wet panties, then pulled them to the side to expose her soaking pussy. He took just one finger and slowly traced the valley between her lips. She jerked her hips up quickly, wanting his fingers inside her, but he didn’t allow her the satisfaction, just continued to slide his finger just inside her fold. She was very wet by now and as he teased her she coated his fingers with her juices. She continued to thrust toward him, he.