I couldn't believe what I was seeing.In the center of the bed, my mom was waiting on her hands and knees with her thonged ass in the air. When she cau...ht my eye, she lowered herself on to her elbows while resting the side of her face on her forearms. This move increased her arch even more which really brought out her plump heart-shaped ass. I think my mouth was getting wet because I had to stop a bit of drool from escaping the corner of my mouth. I shuffled over to her touching the side of the. “Sorry, your sister is coming.”Jenny walked into the kitchen a moment later, wearing a pair of tight, hot-pink shorts I had no idea she owned and even tighter, pink t-shirt with Care Bears on it firing a rainbow from their bellies. It was a shirt she hadn’t worn in year and was far too small, molding to her braless tits. They were round and firm.Mom’s eyes narrowed, her eyes flicking down my sister’s body. “Aren’t those clothes a little ... old?”“They still fit,” Jenny said, her eyes equally. Now at age forty-five, she was exploring Chicago alone. Really out of her comfort zone, she had dressed carefully that day. Dress slacks, a nice blouse. It was warm, even hot in Chicago, so RuthAnn had eschewed a jacket. As she got on the bus, she noticed an older man looking at her. All the seats were taken so she had to grab a pole and stand while she took the advertised twenty-minute trip to her seminar. As the bus pull away, RuthAnn noticed that the older guy was still looking at her.. You may have seenthat the story was on the local news this morning. Mrs. Parsons,Jasmine and I did everything together, believe me, you saved my life." I like you much better this way, Miss Annette!" Wendy said. "But yourhair was blue! Are you wearing one of those things on your head?" Wendyasked not being familiar with the word 'wig'."I like myself better this way too, Wendy. As for my hair, that bluemess you saw was my real hair and so is this. It was difficult but Ifound a salon that was.