The mother of two supported her upper body on her elbows, her tits gleaming in the light, and her legs were spread and lifted, bent at the knees. Jenn...fer had a perverted "fuck your mother" look on her smiling face as she exposed her hairy cunt with it's pink, sopping wet slit to her own son."Don't just look at it, as much as I like it. Come and taste it, honey. Stick your tongue in mother's cunt and eat me out", Jennifer oozed like an anticipative whore.Mark smelled his mother's cunt from feet. ” “Bien ,” Adam remarked. “Um… Not good,” Olivia corrected, “You don’t hit patrons. Ever. You don’t go punching anyone on or near the property again. You do, and I will personally get the rope and find the tallest tree and…” “I got it, Olivia,” Adam said and nodded. She couldn’t shake her consternation. “Why did you even hit him anyway?” she said, frustrated that this whole conversation seemed to be unfolding ass-backwards. He shrugged. “He seemed like he deserved it,” Adam replied, “It. “Are you guys democrats?” she asked.“Yeah.” I replied for both of us.“I’m not supposed to ask that, but I always do.” She smiled. I took a closer look at her. She appeared to be in her early twenties (or maybe even late teens). She had blonde hair and was about 5 foot 9 inches tall. Her build was thin but her breasts were large for her frame. She was wearing navy blue Chuck Taylors and tattered jeans. Her Tee shirt was pale blue and featured a portrait of John Lennon above the words “Let it. It kind of sucked having to go to school dressed like a guy and around the house too. I longed to be feminine full time but knew it would be a while before I could do that. One day I was going through my girly clothes and found the purse that I had brought with me to the keg party where I sucked all those guys off and upon opening it found a slip of paper with a number on it. Underneath the number it said. “Call me some time, Dale” and had a smiley face on it. Dale was one of the guys we.