“Fuck you, asshole,” I said and screwed out of there as quick as I could. I was half a mile from my house before I even noticed where I was. I cou...ldn’t think straight to save my life. The shock of it all made it so I didn’t know if I was angry, or grossed out, or excited. And I knew that excited shouldn’t be on the list of possible things. But the problem was that I couldn’t stop picturing my mom there all naked with her legs spread wide, and how damn happy she looked doing it. You couldn’t. I see both of them smiling as they look at me up and down giggling ateach other. "I was right it's not Rob my old boyfriend its Carrie ourgirlfriend. See you don't even have a bulge between your legs you can'tbe my OLD boyfriend." I see her point between my legs smiling at me. Ihear her again refer to me as her OLD boyfriend that rather scares me abit while I play with my hair like a little girl would."Since your little penis isn't getting hard. I cannot remember the lasttime you got hard for. If the floor of the unit had ceramic floor tile the water could be easily mopped up with no further damage. If however the floor of your unit was carpeted there were problems especially for the absentee owner and usually meant the carpeting needed to be replaced.Greg remembered the referral fee of a blow job Rachel gave him when Lynn signed up for Rachel to floor tile her unit. Because of that Greg posted a notice on the community bulletin board attesting to the quality and competitive pricing. I couldn't read, I paced a little, and then sat down, my feet tapping the ground. I was so relieved to hear the clip clip clip sound of Clara’s heels approaching on the hard wooden floors. She peeked round the door then twirled in to the room, wearing her highest gloss black stilettos, black shiny stockings, a short tight A frame skirt that finished mid-thigh, a crisp white blouse, sufficiently undone to see her breasts pushed up, from a white under wired bra. Clara looked like the sexy.