He noticed she had small trim ankles.And someone had talked her into painting her toenails red. He was pretty sure she wouldn't do something like that...on her own.While Aric was still taking all this in, Brianna said out loud "Oh right, Gemma said I should do this too," and she slowly rolled over on to her chest, arching her hips up from the bed, while still trying to look Aric's direction. And then she slowly straightened her legs out.If Aric had even remotely worried that he might not have. He said he didn't want a pregnant sow."She started to move to enter the house. I put my hand square in the center of her chest and stopped her. "Where do you think you're going?" I asked."Inside. Now that this nightmare is over, I'm home." This isn't your home any more." Not my home? What do you mean?" She seemed to have a hard time grasping the concept that she was not welcome in my house."Kimberly, you shit on me and our marriage that day ten months ago. You let your stud biker boyfriend beat. She looked out at her classand saw the cute boys making eyes at the pretty girls. She hated them all- especially Bill Oakshot. For a girlfriend he had Kelly Bolt, theprettiest girl in school with her incredible red hair, green eyes, prettyface and a figure that would stop a freight train with its narrow waistand firm and beautiful C cup breasts. How she wished Kelly wanted her,Small hope. She was as straight and boy crazy as they came. Bill Oakshotwas her beau and Miss Hopkins had often come. My fingers kept slipping. I repeatedly dried my fingers on the towel.I gently pushed her ass cheeks apart. There were a few scraggly hairs on the lower part of mom’s pussy near her anus. I leaned in close, carefully trimming them. Her swollen labia lay open, revealing the pinkish interior. They gleamed wetly. A whitish fluid oozed continuously from the lower edge of her pussy. The musky pungent aroma of mom’s arousal overwhelmed my nostrils.“Do you remember that time you watched me and your.