? Siobhan unzipped Momma’s black dress. Momma let her hair down as she slipped out of the sleeveless dress, letting it drop to her feet. Momma wore ... little black bra and a black slip under her dress. Siobhan watched Momma pull her silk slip back over her head and toss it aside, and Siobhan unhooked her bra. When Momma spun back around to face her, she stood a couple of inches taller; Momma was still wearing her tall black heels.?Go ahead, dolly. Play with Momma’s tits,? Momma said, and Siobhan. She looked so gorgeous to me. She cuddled me when she saw me in my suit and said I looked fantastic. The party was basically a meal with the women she used to work with. A few of them brought their husbands. A pretty waitress asked me for my phone number, I said 'sorry, I'm taken'. I didn't realise that my mum was stood around the corner and she heard this. She looked really happy, but asked what I meant by 'taken'. I felt awkward but said that I love living with her and although she is my mum,. You had to get the guys higher up. I started with his shot callers. It took me surprisingly little effort to get information out of them. I left one sitting on his toilet with a kitchen knife in his chest. One had a bodyguard, which I found ironic considering he was actually tougher than his “hired muscle”. A rush from the side, a quick punch to the kidney, and a solid slam of a car door while he was falling, and the body guard was out of the equation. I left my target sitting in the back of. She talked with a strong London accent, as common as dirt, but I think I picked up that her mum was Maltese, and that would explain her perfect milky brown skin and jet black eyes and hair. Even though we jogged together, we never really talked. I couldn’t talk with her, that was the problem.I was last on the minibus off to fuck camp and it looked full but then Sarah lifted her bag off the seat beside her showing she’d saved me a place. My tummy was butterflies. I sat down beside her. Sharon.