Meanwhile the door had come open more than just a crack and Tommy craned to see in."What the hell man, you ... whoa! Who's that?"I whipped my head aro...nd to see Marie leaning back against the kitchen counter, all on display, bare-ass naked and looking as hot and sexy as she had just a minute ago on my bed."Might as well let him in, John. He's awfully persistent. And I don't mind."Crazy, she was crazy. But I knew that already. I gave her an 'are you sure about this' tilt of the head and received. Confessions have some dark and bright origins. Mine is somewhat dark as it relates to my incest with my mom Bama . But it is certainly a bright side of my adulthood.My mom Bama is a sweet angel with a voluptuous breasts and a fantastic curvy waist.her cleavages are devastating for her age of 36 . she is married early and widowed too . So, she retains that aura of young beauty and feminine odor will engulf me whenever she came around me . I am cherishing her beauties and looks especially her. "Tamara felt sad for her, the woman leaving the home she'd had for years, packing only a few small things and leaving the rest behind. It worried Tamara to know that someone might be following them, might be close to finding them again, and though she regretted that Hilda was caught up in it, Tamara was grateful to be moving somewhere that promised to change things. She hoped it meant she went from hunted to hunter. She needed to find Gene and her children, couldn't allow herself to think that. I wanted to talk with Mel again, but Mel and his wife, Cecil were out. The two girls, Tara and Tamera said they would be coming back soon and invited me in. Tara brought me into the living room and had me sit on the couch, while Tamara went to the kitchen. I saw, open on the coffee table the old church directory that Mel had referred to last time. It was open to the “S” entries.As I sat on the sofa, Tamara brought me sweet tea and they both started peppering me with questions.What was.