And there is Carol’s house. I knocked on the door, it was answered by an older version of Carol. She held her bizarre hand out to me and said, “You must be John. fetish I am Brenda Martin, Carol’s mother. Please come in. It will be a couple minutes until Carol is ready.” I shook her hand and stepped in. As I turned to look at her, I realized she had pink hair and was dressed in pink shoes, pink skin-tight jeans, and a pink button up blouse. The blouse had enough buttons unbuttoned to reveal a lot of cleavage. Hanging part way down into that cleavage was a polished pink stone suspended by a gold chain around her neck. The gold chain contrasted with her pink skin. amateur Before I could think of anything to say, I heard Carol’s voice from behind me. “John, I should have warned you that my mother has a thing for pink.” I turned and there was Carol in blue jeans and a pale blue button up blouse. I noted it was buttoned up with only the top button unbuttoned. I turned back to Brenda and said, “Mrs. Martin, I noticed that pink stone, is that…” Interrupting me she said coldly, “Pink quartz.” Turning to Carol she asked, “Did you think about sunburn when you put on that short sleeve shirt?” “We are just going on a picnic, not bathing on the beach,” Carol said obviously irritated with her mother. “Okay deer, but don’t stay out in the sun too long,” Brenda cautioned. Carol turned to pussy me saying, “I'm ready.” “John be sure to get her home before dark. Her father and I worry about all the drunks out there after dark on a Saturday night,” Brenda said. “Mom, just stop,” Carol said as she pushed me out the door pulling it shut behind her. I had expected to have to answer all kinds of questions and make numerous promises, but it had appeared that Carol and her mother had argued. Once I had started driving, I could not resist asking, “Did you and your mother have an argument?” “It was that obvious,” Carol said, “She wanted me to wear one of the pink outfits she just bought me.” Thinking back, I do remember her wearing pink. I commented, “You do look good in pink.” “Well thank you, but I am not going to wear pink all the time like her. It is almost like if I do not wear pink mature that I am a rebel,” she said as she scooted up close to me. Then asked, “How about your mom? Especially with the added nail stimulation. I smiled at myself. ‘Awww pussy that is so sweet of you to say.’ She smiles Now since mature I’m going first, Ash why don’t you go against me.” She started to shake her breasts ever so quicker. "Just feeling this, heat inside me. Feeling your heat, oh shit so good" Shocked from his dream, he felt a hand on his stomach. I was always teased that I amateur was. I had a cock in my mouth. I ordered lunch in for Shawn bizarre and me so we could discuss some things. When he finally came down the stairs, Katie was sitting fetish on the couch scrolling through various channels on the TV. My mother-in-law gasped. In all, my mother lost both of her legs from the knees down.