My mother lost her husband about 10 years ago when I was in my 9th grade. Since then she had to work hard to support the family and our education with...ut much of any financial and family support. Living in a city, I now understand how it would have been to manage everything. Since I got a job last year and I was getting enough salary, my mother stopped going for work. She used to work in a leather manufacturing factory as a cashier. SO after quitting her job, my mother had to stay alone at home. He continued to thrust, his fingers biting into my hips as he did. I screamed against my gag as the thrusts started to make me burn with pain, he was so thick and long that the contact was bruising me."Ohhhh....oh god....my sweet angel....you grip me like you never want to let go. You love me....I love you....I LOVE YOU!"He flipped me over then, so quickly I could barely respond, and he lifted my hips up and slid himself roughtly back into me. I raised my hand and I clawed at my headboard in. Finally when the dryer did shut off Lisa lifted up the hoodand she removed the curlers, the ringlets created fell over my face andonto my shoulders, it was funny as my hair had seemed to grow a bitlonger so very quickly. Lisa now decided she instead of Ashley wouldstyle my hair, she hummed and hawed for a bit, then it seemed her mindwas made up and she went to work.I sat there studying her as she first teased every single curl formed bythe rollers; by the time she was done my hair was a huge. It was weird, but it seemed like her breasts were bigger. She needed to rummage around in her underwear drawer for a couple of minutes before she could find one that she could wear comfortably ... a red, lacy one that barely managed to contain the curves of her breasts. Emily stared at her breasts for a while in her bedroom mirror, wondering if they would burst out of the bra. She giggled. I kind of hope they do, actually, , she thought with a wicked smirk, as she began to run her fingers.