Thought I'd set the recordstraight. And if some of you think this is a bitter pill to swallow,well, as they say: "it is what it is."No, I will not be...finishing the "Mrs. Hollingsworth Project" series! Iknow and I am sorry. And it's unfortunate and I apologize for theinconvenience and for such an abrupt stop on a story that many have likedso much including myself. The first point is the "mountain retreat"scenario which was to start episode 10 and then continue on. It just allgot to be too. .. and roll?”“You want Taylor to build you a new driveway? What kind of gravel do you want us to use?”“What do you mean?”“Taylor has access to several kinds of aggregate. Each type has differing properties.”“Hell ... I don’t know what kind. What you got?”“Well ... we’re next to a river so we have access to “bank run.” We have “bench, creek, lag, pea, Piedmont, scoria, lava, sedimentary and crushed bedrock.”“What’s Scoria?”“Like pumice.”“Oh Hell, no ... that stuff turns to powder.”“Perhaps I. I noticed that Jess had left her dance bag on the kitchen table and only taken her backpack. I’m not one to snoop, but I was curious why such a small bag was so full. I quietly unzipped the bag my eyes immediately drawn to the collection of soiled panties, leggings, socks, and dance outfits all throughout it. I picked up a pair of her panties and held it to my nose inhaling deeply. Her scent was so pleasant and gave me an instant erection. I licked the pussy stained gusset and dragged my tongue. These sexy white panties covered a little less than half of her perfect round butt cheeks with about two inches of laced material wrapping around to the front. She stepped out of her churidar bottom and again admired her sexy 43-year-old body as she stood in front of the mirror. Looking in the mirror to see her front, I admired her dark nipples and then I saw her black pussy hair through the thin material of her sheer white panties. God, this is a rare chance to see a son his own mom’s heaven.