"Thank you mam," I said."You know your father was very mad at your brother for hitting you," shesaid."He was? Why?" I asked."Because," she said, "he d...oesn't want you in the hospital and he doesn'twant to spend the money on you. Incase you haven't figured it out by now,your father thinks that spending money on you is a waste. I mean, you arejust a sissy maid after all." Yes mother, I know," I said as I kept folding the clothes."Would you like to go with me to get your nails done Bobbie?" she. The movers had been able to pack everything up the day before, but it had been too late to get started home.She left the keys with a neighbor and expected to arrive at her parents sometime the next evening if all went well. The movers would likely have arrived before that and unloaded her stuff, and her dad would set up PJ's room before she got there."Do you think we can meet up this weekend, Julie? Mom said she would be happy to watch PJ and Carly too if needed." I think the boys have a game. Her moans grew louder. She begged him to cum in her. He could feel her pussy tightening. Clamping around him as she came. He imagined her pussy leaking his juices as she cried out in ecstasy, her mouth making the perfect “O” shape with every blissful impact of the orgasm. His climax was quick to follow. It hit hard, long spurts of cum erupting from the tip of his dick. As they fell onto the floor of the shower being washed away by the torrential downpour coming from his shower-head, Jim. She slipped out of bed and reached for one of her hubby's long t-shirts draped over the nightstand, dropping it over her curvy torso. She crept quietly out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.Moving down the hallway almost in a daze of lust and sexual frustration, Sara had the kitchen in mind. However, a dim light flickering under her son's bedroom door caught her attention. She wondered if Eric had possibly left the TV on again, as he liked to stay up late and watch those shows she.