" This last part was shouted, the phone held away from his mouth.About 20 seconds later Jill came on the phone."Hello?" Jill?" Jack?" Yeah." Why did y...u call me?" I wanted to come over and see you. There's something I want to talk to you about." I'm afraid you can't come over, Jack."My worst fears were coming true. I steeled myself."Why?" We're in Santa Barbara. My aunt died yesterday." Oh, Jill, I'm sorry." We were kind of expecting it. She was 92 years old and has been in a nursing home for. How did I remember that? I try recalling my mother’s face, but I only get ephemeral impressions of overwhelming sadness, crippling grief, senseless death, and drug overdose. Even those quickly fade away like morning mist on a bright, sunny day. Only the here and now remains for me. Boundless optimism fills me. Relief too for escaping a life of sadness. Anticipation of joys to come. It seems that whatever promises were made to me have been more than kept.My skirt is pretty in its own way, with a. I peeked around the corner, and froze. Mom was laying back on her bed, one arm behind her head and the other pressing Sarah's face into her pussy, while she ground her hips against Sarah's tongue. Sarah was on her stomach, one hand between her legs, and two fingers buried in her own pussy.While I watched, Mom was brought to another orgasm. I felt hands at my pants, and looked down to see Faith hungrily trying to get my pants down. I was all too eager to let her.I looked back to our mothers, and. Can I go?"Mom asked, "Are you looking for a ride too?" No, I think one of my friends can give me a ride," Andy explained."Who?" Mom asked."Um" Andy said. He gulped a little. "Heather Miller's mom."Mom looked startled. "This isn't just the guys?" No, it's not." Who is going?" Mom asked.Andy said, "Me, Eric, Heather, Jonathon, Derek, Lindsey, Allison and Kaitlyn." Hmmm, boys and girls. I guess it's OK, Andy. You know you have to be home by 10:30, right?" Yes, Mom," Andy answered. He beamed. This.