My mother is obcesed with putting things in her. What ever is it, as long as it can fit, she'll try to put in there.We've even tried to stop her on a ...umber of occasions, but her need is so great that we've all given up. So now we just sit around the table, chatting like normal while we faintly hear in the background the squishy noises of mother pumping the pickle in and out.Another instance of my perverted mother is my and Brad's toys. It's not uncommon for me to have a barbie doll missing.. I looked to my left and was startled. The next door neighbor girl was right at the window staring at me. I conjectured that my car already was attracting chickage. The fact that this chick was Sara, the twerp 13-year old girl from the next door house, did not diminish in my eyes that my car indisputably drew a girl to me. This was going to be a very, very good year!I considered it a stretch to call Sara a girl. Her brown hair was too short. She never let her hair grow out. It went just below. Maria rested her feet onTeri?s shoulder as Teri tossed the hem of the stewardess? skirt over herknees, into her lap, exposing her crotch area to Teri?s view.?Oh shit -- pantyhose! Good damn I hate these things! Don?t you knowenough not to wear these things if you?re looking for a quick fuck!??I?m sorry. I hadn?t really expected...??Never mind -- I?ll take care of these!?The front of the pantyhose oozed pussy juices that had leaked copiouslyfrom Maria as she had sucked Teri?s rampaging dick.. When Sue heard that story she laughed so hard that her Aunt though she had lost her mind.Tonight was the night that she and her husband Josh would normally go to visit his parents and unmarried siblings at the large estate style house on the North side. She always hated the visits because it seemed like every member of his family searched for faults with her dress, her hair, and her words and just about everything she said or did. Still, she loved her husband and sat quietly smiling at their.