"Hello," his mother offered her hand to Anya. "Travis, why didn't you let me know you were bringing company? Look at me! I'm not dressed and my hair i...n't done. Oh, I must look like a horror." Ma, you look beautiful and you always have. I swear," Travis answered with sincerity, "and this is Anya. We met up at the cabin."His mother was slightly mollified, and led them to the kitchen where she rushed to put on fresh coffee. Travis and Anya followed behind, where she promptly collided in his back. [email protected] Fated LifeMaria Isabella was a Pilipino who married my Dad when I was in highschool. I was seventeen at the time but did not begrudge him for marryingher. He had been divorced for over then years and if he wanted to screwup again that was his problem. That is what I thought at the time any waybut how wrong that assumption proved to be.I was seven when they divorced and don't remember much about my Mom. Fromthe very few pictures of her that were left in the house, I. Feeling my hardness on her sex, she nudged my shirt up and we reluctantly broke our kiss again to allow me to remove it. The moment it was off, she locked onto me. I felt her moving closer to me. Her boobs pressed into me, her hard nipples pressed in even more. I wanted so badly to rip off her shorts and panties and make love to her, but I feel I had been a little too hasty and would let her make the next move. After 10 minutes of just making out, my penis felt too constrained by my jeans. It. " That night, I told Debbie about seeing Pete and that he had suggested we meet up for a drink near his house and that he had invited us to stay over. She was very keen, as she had always liked Pete so getting her agreement for stage one was not a problem. For the next couple of days, Debbie kept bringing up the subject of meeting up with Pete and asking when I was going to arrange it. The following week I emailed Pete and we set a date for a weekend in early June. The agreed weekend eventually.