Even after graduating, you still get the occasional message on your social networking site of choice asking how your hot mom was doing.On the opposite...end of the spectrum is your older sister, Lisa. She just turned 21. She's a bit big, though she wears the weight well, nearly all of it in her ass, thighs, and breasts, giving her an impressive hourglass figure. Her hair is brown, like yours, her dark blue eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses. Her shorts were somewhat loose, though there wasn't a pair. She pressed her nipples against the cold glass and began to breath heavily as someone ripped the curtains open and grabbed her hips from behind, gently pushing them around in circles. She could feel the vibrator moving even more with this motion which sent her over the edge and she began to cum hard. A large amount of hair was grabbed from the back of her head pulling it away from the steamy window. “How was your night little one?” a soft voice whispered in her ear. “I..I..I couldn’t sleep….”. ..” Edgar brought the tome closer to his eyes, “she is the one who was before the Trainers.”“Lucas mentioned her,” Cory murmured. “How did he know?”“Well, he was good friends with Hector. Maybe the crazy old man told him something,” Edgar expressed his suspicions.“But he had to ask you about the lily flower,” Cory voiced his thoughts.“Hector was kind of crazy, as I told you. He always said something like he gave us little truths, and that it was up to us to put them together. Yes, if I remember. She plopped down on her bed and tried to sort the lot of it out in her head. "Every time the dream had been the same right down to the last detail, so why did it change now? And what a change! My mother? What on earth is my mother doing in my dream? It's been fifteen years since I've seen her and now suddenly she appears in a dream, looking like she did when she used to say I was her little girl? And how could she tell me it's time to come home? Her last words to me were to not come back as.