Instead of waiting for your response I nod to your door and say I would like to be in the same mood if I could share a hit. Your movements seem awkwar..., but you make it to the door and beckon me in. I walk in and am hit with a musty, woodsy smell of incense masking the earthy, overpowering aroma of pot. You go to your kitchen and pull out your stash from a cookie jar and begin to roll another. I sit down exactly where you were before, and this time I notice your blinds are fully closed. That's. It was notto be. My brother came bounding in through the front door before I couldwrite one paragraph. Mom seized him and called me to come, she wasleaving right then and there. I dropped my pen and raced to the frontdoor. I was the last one out, so it fell to me to lock and close thefront door, then join Mom and Mike in the car.We arrived at the high end department store located at one end of themall. Mom was able to park near the store's entrance and we soon foundourselves inside headed. I had spent many years, ever since eighth grade, purchasing skin mags and of course no man ever throws them away. Looking back now, I know my mother knew they were there. I also know that throughout high school she always knew what I was doing with them. In fact, I think that’s why perhaps those last days I was at home ended up being as special as they were. I remember the day it started. I actually came home from work early. Coincidentally, my mom had been running late and therefore, so was. So he did. Kissing from her ears, down to her neck, Dave slid his hands to her properly amazing ass...Dave loved Kendra’s ass. He gave it a nice hard squeeze, and at the same time, making sure he pushed his finger as close as he could to her asshole. Kendra enjoyed the momentary sensation.Dave couldn’t take his lips away from her sexy body, and luckily for him, they were close to the stools in the corner of the kitchen. Taking Kendra’s cheeks in his hands, Dave kissed her back to the corner.