She's a little into the darker side of life, and expresses it by wearing torn clothing and a multitude of jewelry and sporting a head of long, red-dye...d hair.Sitting next to her in the passengers seat is Taylor. She's of average height and thinner than the other two, but still has enough shape to her body to retain its attractiveness. Of the three, she's the only one you've had a romantic history with; although that didn't go very far. More boyish and vulgar than most girls, she's taken no time. She was staring blankly to the wall opposite, not knowing what her evil son is doing to his mad Mother. I slowly thrust my cock inside Mother’s cunt. My whole cock entered her soapy cunt easily to the hilt. It was an out of this world experience. My cock buried deep inside my own mad Mother’s fat cunt. The knowledge that I can use my mad Mother as my personal fuck toy made me more bolder. I started fucking my cock in and out of Mother’s cunt. It went in and out easily, lubricated by the soap. I. Colleen's hand went up. "Or romantic to some extent because you can't plan this shit. You call it 'love', but it can be a bitch. A hulking bitch." Her hands bolted to mine. "You've been with him for over a year and you saw the pictures. I heard you break out the 'L' word with him three weeks in. What can we say? We love you for you. Sal told us how you met." Carrie took my right hand. "You met him through drunk friends at a birthday party as you were both hammered. Maybe the alcohol gave you. ”“We are not miracle-workers, Mr Robertson, but we pride ourselves on our talents. I agree with you on the quantity of make-up. The artistry is how to put it on to achieve the desired effect. All my staff are fully trained to my exacting standards, and their work will be supervised by me. Our target is for the final effect to be displayed, but not the tools of the trade, which hopefully should be invisible to the casual viewer.We can be here at eight a.m. to make a start on Saturday. There will.