“Excuse me? Take your Mother? I don’t understand?” Her smile was tinged with arrogance and condescension as if addressing a slug before pouring ...alt on it. There was slight taint of an Indian accent, it’s original affectation long buried by years of education. It was strange to his ear.“I’m sorry. I’m assuming that Mrs. Emily Cardon has ... passed on.” She pushed the glasses back up. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here. You areÉFrank Cardon, I’m going to assume, her only son and relative, “ she said. Reluctantly I lean back as you stand up and step out of your jeans. My hands drop to my waist and I slowly lift my top up and over my head, my nipples are so hard as I finally see your whole amazing cock. “Mmmmmm, it’s so beautiful” I whisper as I look up at you.you sit down and lay back in your chair as I grip the base of your cock, I softly kiss your head as I begin to stroke.my soft breasts rub against your thighs as my mouth opens wide to slide your cock all the way down to my throat, I. " It'sfun for me to daydream, but frankly, I think dad and mom would have majorstrokes if I even came home with a boyfriend with brown skin, let alonegreen. It's not that they're prejudiced or anything. It's just that theyare SOOO traditional.You know, I think Brainiac 5 is a big reason why Kara seems to spend moretime in the 30th century than the 20th. Maybe that and the fact that sheand mom don't always get along so well. They've had their....issues throughthe years, but they genuinely love. Audry was just a bit discontented, herself. The beds in our room were narrow college bunks. Too narrow for us to sleep together, as we normally did. We'd pushed them together, and even borrowed a big feather comforter from the inn where the family was staying. The space between the beds was a barrier to our normal sleep pattern, snuggled together.Our landlord and innkeeper mentioned that several of his customers often took overnight trips on horseback. Audry and I looked at each other and.