He was now more confused than ever and the whole day he went about his classes numb to everything and everyone around him. “What did she mean it was...n’t that bad? I came on her ass and all she said was love you, talk later.” He thought to himself as confused as a virgin in a brothel.Finally the day came to an end and before he could reach the bus he saw his mom standing in the car park, she had been home and returned in her car. “Hey hun, just thought I’d pick you up from school.” Matt was. As Joe bends down to undo her ankles I take a few moments to take in her newly modified body. Each of her tits has two rings, one set is hanging from holes punched through the nipples and the other set can never be removed they are the branding burns, concentric circles a little behind the dark natural skin of the areola. These marks have red edges as the blackened burnt skin fades into the natural unmarked skin of her large tits. Her tits will be painful for a few weeks while as her body. My mother spent half her life turning down the photographers and agents who were constantly begging her to enter this beauty contest or pose for that magazine. Beauty, in fact, is taken almost entirely for granted among my friends and acquaintances — it’s one of the first prerequisites for permanent membership (as opposed to the temporary variety, which can be obtained with mere wit, brains, or achievement) in what the world’s journalists are so fond of calling the haut monde. But I had never. I got married and had a couple k**s this part was ok my k**s are great but. After almost 20 yrs of a very empty marriage staying together only for the k**s I had had enough. One day I told her that I was done playing her game. She was a drunk, d**ggy and I needed something more out of life. I told her she could leave and so she did left me and the k**s witch was ok with me. We stayed together until they got bigger and wanted to try the world on their own. All this time since the divorce I had.