Beautiful? Yeah. Only imperfections, and a few miles on the clock, can season definable prettiness into illogical beauty. Science and art, just like e...lectronics really. She was reading, ‘Le Premier Armour’ by — according to the name on the spine — one Santiago H Amigorena. Whether simple chance or contrived Coco Chanel genius, the unadorned cream cover of the inch thick paperback was the perfect finishing touch. I don’t know if ‘Le Premier Armour’ has any merit as literature, but making that. My Mum Is 48 female uk )she is about 5 ft8,slimmish,short red hair ,36d natural ,,,Around this time of year me, my mum ,my dad and my younger brother usually go abroad , but my dad is over in Dubai at the moment on a big construction contract for up to 9 months , Me and My Mum was looking at holidays for a while for the 3 of us , Until her best friend phoned her up ,Her friend Vivian moved down to suffolk last year with her husband and k**s ,After My mum explained to her about us looking for a. She pulled up her knickers withoutremoving the plastic cock and pulled down her skirt. She stood up at theback of the car and tidied her clothes, pretend (what?) to be a realgirl, pack your things and drive away calmly but quickly. Shit howstupid she felt. She hobbled to the driver's door and climbed in,shaking. She tried to start the engine; it fired but not quicklyenough... The lights in the other car went out, it was in the way andshe had to do a couple of manoeuvres to get clear.A voice. I would then reach down between her wide open legs and try to move the plug in and out and try turn it around too, and in the car on the way home she again sat with her legs wide open again so that I could keep playing with the plug, and when we got home and I finally removed the plug later that night, she had to sit on the loo for about ten minutes or so to empty herself and after all that she still insisted on anal sex before we went to sleep and it was as it had always been, absolutely.