The others were earnest, try-hard, establishments. None felt right.Foster homes? Only as a last resort.Then she came home from a double shift roller s...kating as a Sonic waitress. Both boys were standing in opposite corners of her trailer. Naked, still sniffling. Blistered red butts from Bixby’s belt.Sheree’s mind went blank. Then she became outraged. Forced calmness. Bixby stood with his arms folded. An I-warned-you expression on his face. She gathered her sons, took them in her arms, comforted. I could feel my hips moving, encouraging Caitlin. As her hands reached the top of my thighs, she began to trace my lips through my panties. “You are so wet,” she whispered and reached for the waistband of my panties. She slowly slid them down my legs and off. I could feel Caitlin coming up to kiss me and felt her push her pussy hard against mine."Oh god," I moaned at the intimate contact as our pussies slid together. Caitlin lowered her mouth to mine, and we kissed passionately as our hips. “Get on the couch, please. I’m gonna suck and lick your pussy, and I want to be comfortable,” Jennifer said; her voice husky. Alisha climbed back on the couch and opened her thighs. This time, instead of a hairy slit, her cunt gaped wide open. Jennifer reached under her ass and scooted her to the edge of the couch. She kissed her inner thighs, close to where her leg joined her hip. Alisha’s arousal filled the air When her nose nuzzled Alisha’s clit, Jennifer opened her friend’s hot slit with. She had burnt our dinner and the vessels kept slipping out of her hand while she was cleaning up. I wondered why she looked so sad and distant. “Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked her, sitting her down on the sofa beside me. Mom just kept her head down and didn’t respond. I moved closer to mom and put my hand on her shoulders. “What happened, mom?” I asked her again.Mom relayed everything that had happened that evening to me. The Swamiji was well known for identifying and resolving black magic and.