My face flushed bright red and I pressed my knees together in humiliation.Diana spent a long time looking down at my silk covered legs and skimpy thon..., still wearing a small private smile.This was too much. A daughter should not treat her mom this way - we were family, we had to protect each other not humiliate one another. Just as I felt my anger rising enough to voice my displease at this treatment, Diana spoke up, "When did you start shaving your pussy mom?"My mouth was open to speak my. She nodded sadly and slipped her crutches from under her arms. I lifted her up with one arm a round her back and the other under the back of her knees . “Thank you,” she said and rested her cheek on my shoulder. I had no problems carrying her. She was petite, weighing no more than 120 pounds. “I hate causing problems,” she said. “There is no problem.” “The next building to the right,” she said and rewarded me with a broad smile. The building was thirty storied structure with greenish. He acts as if he doesn't think much of my mom, and that's just wrong, she is the strong beautiful woman who raised us; Dad hardly even knows us. Dad is all business and Dad's business is all business. As such, he did not have Halloween off. To compensate, or to torture the families of employees, its hard to say which, Dad's business hosted a Halloween party to which Dad and his coworkers would bring their families dressed up and then do a little business while they mingled. Unfortunately, this. A Sunny Halloween! I reached down into the toe of the Halloween print stocking and pulled out a few choice pictures. They had festive green tissue paper around them and were tied together with a wide black and orange ribbon. They were the pinnacle collection. Hermione was bent over the counter decked in boughs of holly. Her black cotton canvas shorts and sheer panties were down around her ankles. The instant photo captured as she performed a spank induced ballet dance on her tip toes..