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Fucking is hard to forget. In fact, I don’t want to forget. I only hope if I ever get to do that with Carol or any other girl it will be as good. That was really, really, good last night. And there is Carol’s house. I knocked on the door, it was answered by an older version of Carol. She held her hand out to me and said, “You must be John. I am Brenda Martin, Carol’s mother. Please come in. It will be a couple minutes until Carol is ready.” I shook her hand and stepped in. As I turned to look at her, I realized she had pink hair and was dressed in pink shoes, pink skin-tight jeans, and a pink button up blouse. The blouse had enough buttons unbuttoned to reveal a lot of cleavage. Hanging part way down into that cleavage was a polished pink stone suspended by a gold chain around her neck. The gold chain contrasted with her pink lingerie skin. Before I could think of anything to say, I heard Carol’s voice from behind me. “John, I should have warned you that my mother has a thing for pink.” I turned and there was Carol in blue jeans and a pale blue button up blouse. I noted it was buttoned up with only the top button unbuttoned. I turned back to Brenda and said, “Mrs. Martin, I noticed that pink stone, is that…” Interrupting me she said coldly, “Pink quartz.” Turning to Carol she asked, “Did you think about sunburn when you put on that short sleeve shirt?” “We are just going on a picnic, not bathing on the beach,” Carol said obviously irritated with her mother. “Okay deer, but don’t stay out in the sun too long,” Brenda cautioned. Carol turned to me saying, “I'm ready.” “John be sure to get her home before dark. Her father and I worry about all the drunks out there after dark on a Saturday night,” Brenda said. “Mom, movie just stop,” Carol said as she perky pushed me out the door pulling it shut behind her. I had expected to have to answer all kinds of questions and make numerous promises, but it had appeared that Carol and public her mother had argued. Once I had started driving, I could not resist asking, “Did you and your mother have an argument?” “It was that obvious,” Carol said, “She wanted me to wear naked one of the pink outfits she just bought me.” Thinking back, I do remember her wearing pink. I commented, “You do look good in pink.” “Well thank you, but I am not going to wear pink all the time like her. It is almost like if I do not wear pink that I am a shower rebel,” she said as she scooted up close to me. Then asked, “How about your mom? Are you on good terms with her?” How do I answer that, I wondered? “Yes, but sometimes she changes her mind, so I don’t know what to expect. Just like now, I don’t have any idea what she will be like. I expect she will be nice to you, but there is a chance she won’t,” I said. “I hope she likes me but if she doesn’t will it make a difference to you?” she asked. I almost said that I must live with my mother but instead I said, “Why should it?” “I know, why should we care what our mothers think. It’s not like we are married. I knew he was an asshole and that his family had a reputation of infidelity. Two movie years later as lingerie her brother and Marlene were leaving for their honeymoon in the black Chevrolet, Morgan stood on the lawn looking fondly at the 1957 Bel Air, not because it was a valued classic automobile, but because it had a special sentimental value to her. Alex nodded her approval to Sue. When we were done Clare sat still, impaled on my cock, letting out tiny moans. “Ok, Kaylie, I can. I got the feeling he wasn’t trying to get me off. The stench of body odor seemed to be intensifying, as if naked Megan’s excitement was literally bleeding into the air. and multiple orgasms racked her body. Oh my God that felt so good!” Zimmel was about to go on public when a smirking Derrick's holo-gram appeared. In fact, she was moving her ass a little and he thought she may be trying to pull him deeper. “I can see her inside Willowbud, like I saw Angela before.” I said, adopting Diamond’s mannerisms, hoping my fuck-up would be ignored, “I think she’s afraid of you, but I also think she wants you to be her friend. “I second that.” I agreed as I watched his pee arch up into the air. They both could feel the cum sloshing in her belly from the previous blow job as he was lying on top of her with his abdomen pressing on her belly as he fucked her hard. “I can’t hold out much longer Cathy!” “Give me that hott load baby!” screams my sexy bodacious Catherine as she takes a quick look back over her shoulder shower at Mama LoLo with a wicked grin on her face.. “mhh hahaha what’s perky the matter? “Mandy Smith has told me that she rubs her pussy and gets a weird feeling inside. With a naughty strut, she sauntered around the desk, her skirt swirling. "Okay, Sis.