Mom came out of the master bedroom a second later, and I could see she'd disrobed. Mom hates clothes and if the rest of the world were as open as our ...family I think she'd never wear them."Oh," she said absently as she came into the kitchen and started to help me putting stuff away, "that damn bra was driving me crazy." Yeah," I joked, jibing her a little, "don'tcha just hate that?" Smartass," she laughed, swatting me playfully, "you can laugh, you never have to wear one." Oh, but I like to. He and Jess just took it easymost of the day. They party was going to start at 730 at Jess' galleryand so they figured on a slow day up until then. Still Chris didn'twant to stay inside all day, but then again his nails would look strangeif he dressed as usual. He went to the living room where he found Jess awake before him, asusual for a weekend "You want to go out for a coffee?" he asked. "Uhsure, but what about your nails?" she asked. Chris had already thoughtof his answer, "Maybe. I started coming over more and sometimes spent the night, as they appreciated the company. To my benefit Sara started to talk to me more, more than just the hey we usually exchanged. I was smitten knowing this amazingly beautiful girl was talking to me instead of hanging out with her older friends. Sara has the sweetest southern accent and is one of those people who are touchy-feely and always make you smile. I really fell for her and knew she was always going to be on the top of my wish I. He thrust into her. “You like this, baby? You like it when I fuck you?” “Yes, Thomas, oh! Oh, yes. Fuck me harder, baby. Fuck my tight pussy,” she was speaking in short breaths and cupping her huge tits in her hands. “Ride my cock, princess,” he told her, flipping it so that she was on top. She bounced around on his huge dick, letting her huge breasts spring up and down with every pleasing thrust. “Yeah, baby? You like this?” “Call me Daddy, babydoll.” She moaned. “That is so fucking hot,.