From the next day I found interest in reading only i****t stories. I found mom and son stories more interesting. My attitude slowly changed towards my...mom. I watched the beauty in my mom.Now I say you about my mom. Her name is Cheritha. Her friends call her cherry. As the name sounds she looks like a cherry fruit. Her hair is silky and black in color and length up to her butts. Her figure 36A-30-36 makes me mad and she is fair in complexion. My mom use to wear only saris. She mostly used to. It was even better because the woman for whom my love and affection, not to mention my erection, were growing by leaps and bounds shared it with me.We took a pass on Calistoga's mud baths, but we did wait around to see the geyser erupt. Not quite as impressive as Old Faithful, but not something you see every day, either."Gary," Patricia said thoughtfully, as we re-entered the limo, "I think it's time you moved into my place." I don't know," I replied playfully, "that's an awfully steep hill to. “This really isn’t good enough, Richard.” she said, “It wasn’t a particularly hard assignment and I expected better work from you.”“I’m sorry, Miss,” I apologised, “but I’ve got something on my mind at the moment and it’s affecting my concentration.”Like the sight of her naked pussy under that short skirt but I couldn’t admit to that in front of the whole class.“Well, I think it might be a good idea if we had a serious talk about this. Unfortunately, I’m busy for the rest of today so you’ll. And Poohsticks to them allTricia snorted. I didn't want to be a Mummy, I didn't want to have to be aguardian to Caroline, I didn't want any of this blasted responsibility andpressure and ...sodding well sodders as well! Who do they think I amanyway? Every single little thing that happens I am expected have aninstant solution to! Th terrible twins bring it all to me, boyfriendtroubles, girl stuff, even who they should go out with! How the hell do Iknow what turns them on?Even the Queen has.