Let's start off with my mom she's a mexican women she's 36, short about 5'1 or 5'2 she's has a nice thick body nice size in titties 34c long black hai... & beautiful light brown skin. She also doesn't know much Spanish. Now my friend Chris his black his 19 I'm 18 by the way his pretty cool his skinny maybe 5'10 also he plays basketball. Ok now that I let you know a little bit about me & my mom & friend let the story start. One day me and Chris were walking to my house we was coming back from. ‘Morning, Ms. Banks.’ he said. ‘Hello, Arnold.’ she said back in return. Jane was a woman in her fifties with brown eyes and brick-colored hair. She was starting to show signs of age, with wrinkles and a few grey hairs. People generally found her to be warm and friendly, but then again no one knew that much about her. She had moved when she had grown up. No one was really sure why anyone lived there. She liked living in this little town out in the English countryside. She wasn’t married and she. She could feel the dry skin soaking up the liquid like a sponge, the swelling receding along with the discomfort she hadn't realized was there."Now then," the old woman said, laying Kat's head gently back on the cushion. "Let's see if that eases things a bit." Where am I?' Kat croaked, though it sounded more like "Waa am ah?"Kat cleared her throat, swallowed a couple of times and tried again. "Where am I?" It sounded almost natural this time."Well," began the woman, followed by a long pause. "I. I tried to hide behind a batch of French sticks but she came straight at me."Darren!" She said,"Hullo Miss Fox" I replied sheepishly, I could not get over the shame of being a convicted criminal, petty offence or not it was the same.She asked me how I was, conventional stuff and chit chat, and she eagerly suggested we go for a coffee to catch up.She paid at the checkout and we went into a coffee shop and I got in quickly - asking what she would have. A smile lit up her face, seeing me behaving.