Sara looked intently at her in the half-darkness, some weak light from the streetlamps filtering through her drapes onto them."So," she said. "You wer... jealous. You were spying on me. You know, I had a right. I was pretty angry at you."Laura felt glum. "I thought we weren't going to talk about it any more," she said, repeating what Sara had earlier said.Sara screwed up her face into a hilarious expression, making Laura laugh involuntarily. "Okay, cuckoo brain. I forgot. I'm sorry."She pinched. I wanted a husband and c***dren, but not yet. I didn't know what I wanted. I had to figure out who I was first, that's what I was thinking, and why I'd left home and found my own place. My own job and a new school. I didn't feel like an adult, you know? I was still waiting for the lightning to strike, the big idea that would tell me who I was supposed to be and what I was supposed to do with my life. The waiting was the hard part, the frustrating part, and I shook my head as I reached for the. Not that giving my mother pain would have stopped me, if anything looking at my dick and her stretched asshole was spurring me on to greater glory"What an ass, mom what an ass hole! Oh baby you are going to get your ass reamed a lot. It looks great, it feels great. I can't wait to watch somebody else do it to you so I can watch!" I kissed her again, this one was lust filled, no romance here. "My mom. My asshole. My ass whore, Tell me you love it bitch!"Between grunts mom spit out, "Your prick. Then take a pair ofjeans, or a shirt and replace them with girl's jeans and a blouse. Wealready know he likes dressing up in the cute outfits, so why not make iteasy for him to do just that."Okay here's the deal school lets out the middle of next week. Once Istart watching over him & Holli for the day. You can send him over in hisregular jeans & shirt. I will talk him into wearing a, dress, with thematching rhumba panties, socks, shoes the works, while he practices withLynn for the play. If we.