She nodded and said hi to me, as we continued on with our shopping. This HOT MOM is class. She is either an executive or she owns her own company.I lo...ked back at her and she was looking back at me, or at least back my way. I saw her butt sticking out, as she leaned into the heavy cart to push it. Damn, that woman has a fine body and her legs must be as long as a football field.I filled the entire lower rack of the grocery cart with twelve packs of Sprite in plastic bottles.I saw HOT MOM once. "Frolic, I am so happy to be here...with you," she spoke very softly, "my family." Her voice quavered. "My life has not been so good Frolic. I am ashamed of me." Aw, Chandra, there is no reason to be ashamed, no matter what. You are here with us, your New Family, and we love you. There is no shame here." smiling, leaning down and kissing her forehead, then lifting her chin, kissing her lips gently. "You are welcome here, no matter what you may be ashamed of." I've never felt that I was loved. We then carried my bags back inside. As soon as we got inside we really weren't sure what to do so we both just decided to relax for a while.A few days passed between fuckings to give each other some room. During those days we mostly just watched TV or played on the computer. Then as a few days had gone by, we both started feeling really horny for each other again and we knew we had to fuck again. When this feeling came over us we were downstairs lying on the pull out sofa just relaxing. We. Vanessa was tall and blonde, and Kerstin was red-haired and slight. Both were probably touching 40, but they had not lost their figures, which many a 30-year old would have given her eye-teeth for, and their skin was as tight, soft and satiny as a teenager’s. As I was ushered into the apartment, Kerstin said, “We thought we’d dispense with dinner. I do hope you are not hungry.’ She had a slight accent that made me think of Sweden. “Er, No,” I replied, “not at all.” And this was no lie because.