We got to live very comfortable, she really didn't have to worry about our future, and it gave us a lot of time to do fun things.My mom is 39 and in r...ally good shape. She goes to the gym just about every day and keeps herself looking top notch. Hardly a week goes by where she isn't at the salon or getting her nails done or things of that sort. She's a brunette with shoulder length hair, stands about 5'4”, and probably weighs 135 lbs. She's also got a great set of boobs and my friends always. I couldn't really understand why one half of her was so pretty and the other half so . not. The waist on downward ruined the whole aesthetic set up by her upper half. Not that most guys had a problem with the aesthetics, it seemed. She had more than her share of male attention. I blinked back some of the sleep and replied, "The shirt thing would look good on you. But leave the pants long." Her mouth opened in an offended "O" while I hurried to save myself, "Didn't Tony say he likes your chest. Looking back at them, I continued, “So here’s the deal, I need you guys to take pictures and videos of our little time together to show to my husband. It’s an iPhone so you all know how to use it. My phone only and no face pics except mine. OK?” “I’m a pretty good photographer,” said Rich “I’ll make you look like a porn star if you want.”“That’s exactly what I want,” I replied.“Wow, lucky guy.” muttered Scott. “Why don’t you guys take your clothes off,” I said to them as I stood, taking Bobby’s. This is war and time for our family to reconcile. Like it or not, you are a part of it. You will come to our home in the evening and we will resolve our problems tonight. That is an order and you will obey.”“Yes, Matassaja, “ Hassika hissed but bowed and was mumbling curses under her breath as she abruptly turned and left.As Roban reached the source of the ear-piercing screams, Bosko, was lying on his belly and Menja, tenderly stroking his back, was kneeling at his side. Denyssa was kneeling.