Mom was a voloptouos woman, d-cup, fat ass,long blond hair and a smile that would light up the world. my dad cheated on my mom a few yesrs earlier and... she never picked up the pieces when he left. living with mom for the past few years had really solidified my status as a mommas boy. as my move out date approached, mom was visibly getting depressed. her little boy was growing up and moving out. we would watch movies together, go out for dinner and dancing, camping you name it, mom and i were. She told me her name was Sarah and that the car belonged to her husband who was away in Geneva as he was banker. She told me that she would let her husband sort it out once he got back. Because she dressed smart I asked her what she did for a living she told me that she doesnt work as her husband didnt want her working because they are financially well off. She had just been out shopping and had just got in 20 minutes prior to me knocking the door. I began to tell her how nice she looks and. Step by step she brought her into the room and sat her down in the armchair in the corner of the room. Her head slumped to the armrest and she immediately resumed her sleep. The sounds of a porn movie on low volume playing on the TV masking the sound of her sighs. Whats going on? The groom asked. Katie stood before the bed looking at him sprawled out, his well built physique a tempting treat to the eye. A light sprinkling of hair around his tanned chest gleamed with sweat from whatever they. Two standing lamps filled the room with a warm, yellow light.Olivia felt bad about lying to John about the reason she was here. Oh, she knew about the history of this room. She knew about the past innkeeper's fair daughter and the would-be gentleman rapist that met his demise on the end of a soldiers bayonet. The man, a squire and a rogue by the name of Bartholomew Swyver, enjoyed robbing coaches of their wealth and maidens of their maidenhood. According to the tale, he spied the innkeeper's.