Depois de beber uma cerveja fomos todas para casa, mas antes deixamos as minhas amigas no caminho. A minha mãe estava muito cansada mas como estava a...dar a reportagem sobre a banda a minha mãe, sentou-se no sofá que tínhamos na sala, deitou-se na chaise long enquanto eu me fui mudar de roupa e lavar os dentes.Quanto cheguei à sala ela tinha adormecido com o comando na mão, fiquei a olhar para ela, estava linda descontraída. A minha-saia dela tinha subido era possível ver as suas cuecas tanga. A new world appeared full of life and had its own light. It shown the very moment he and she laid their eyes upon each other. This is their story. This is the road to their love, happiness and gratification. Their own place that they can call home for it is home. A home that is filled with the warmth when someone cares when you are down, when they say one word or give one look that picks the other back up and keeps them going. Home is not the place you pay for or lay your head but what you feel. Before his death, Lauren’s late husband, Mort had operated a small chain of men’s clothing stores and sold out to retire comfortably. Edgar Feldman had been frisky sometimes and she had not begrudged him a feel of her breasts and bum, or inside her thighs when everyone had too much to drink and all were feeling raunchy. But he was easily controlled and it went no further. It turned out that Mort liked to feel up Alice too. She and Alice laughed together when they told each other about the. It pushed me further to lick it more vigorously. Her pussy smelt funny, inviting me to lick her dry. I was now licking it for a couple of minutes with all her pubic hairs wet with my saliva.Her body started shaking. She ordered me, “Chaat te reh, nikaal de sara ras.” Just then a huge load of her vaginal juices was squirting on my face. Most of it in my mouth, which was the tastiest fluid for me, strangely.She said, “Rukja thodi der, aati hu.”I asked, “Kaaha jaa rahi hai mujhe chhod ke.