I work in a council yard as an assistant storeman and am a single unattached man, who, since my girlfriend in my 6th form at our special school, went ...ff with one of the masters, it broke my heart and I have not had much to do with girls since. My mum is Milly, she a slightly overweight 54year old blonde, though still attractive, active and keeps house for us all, she knits as a hobby. She knits silly a****ls, blankets, and clothing for a nearby c***dren`s home, as well as supplying things to. She had two large granny style white shoes on. She was very top heavy. Luckily her big ass pushed out the back to balance her out. She had a white apron covering her expanding cleavage as she talked to me. I could see she had just painted her finger and toe nails, the same high gloss shine. Her makeup and small gold earrings were old fashioned. It was like I was back in the future. I just watched her soft pink lips move. She had a super short platinum blonde hair style. It was set high on her. Stace was the ringleader of the group, she had the strongest personality and usually had set the tone for their activities together. She was a curvaceous brunette with a rockabilly style, who wasn't afraid to flaunt her big breasts, wide-hips, and thick ass. She was the only one of the foursome who wasn't going to college, opting instead to apprentice with a local tattoo artist. Her friends knew she was bisexual, but they didn't know what kind of kinky fantasies she harboured about her friends. Davy looked over to Cindy and saw the tear running down her face. Setting the suitcases down, he reached for her.Shaking her head Cindy stepped away from Davy, and said, "No, don't touch me right now or I will cry."Davy lowered his hand as he looked into her eyes as he responded, "Ok Cin, I won't touch you. Never forget, that I love you and respect you. Let me take the suitcases out to the Escalade and load them." Thank you Davy, I want to walk around the house for a few minutes. Is that ok.