He has a good job and because of it, is pretty wealthy. All this explains how he was able to marry such a beautiful woman. His job afforded her the choice to stay at home once they had kids, so she did, and being a mother has obviously agreed with her. The down side for Mike, is that having a hot mom, means that you’re constantly hearing “you have a hot mom” from your friends, And he couldn’t get away from it either; because he has the nicest house of any of his friends, with a pool, big TVs, game room, and of course a MILF to ogle. We always voted on going to his place above anyone else’s, much to Mike’s dismay. I’m not ashamed to admit that his mom, Rachel, made regular appearances in the sexual fantasies I used while masturbating. She had a beautiful face, with medium length strawberry blonde hair. She looked like a 1950s housewife, always wearing a dress with her hair and makeup done nicely, no matter how much cleaning or cooking she was doing. They had a home gym, that Mike’s dad, Tony, often used, but obviously Rachel also found the time during the day to stay in shape, because she had a better figure than any girl in our school did! One joke we would make to Mike whenever we’d walk by the gym was “hey, which machine gives your mom that great ass!?” He hated japanese it, but it truly was amazing. The only thing that rivaled it was her impressive, and I’m sure expensive, set of tits. Tony had the money, and if you did too, wouldn’t you put a pair of the best jugs money could buy on your wife?? Of course you would! So I’m not gonna try and say “well I prefer natural ones, they’re better than fake.” Say whatever you want, rough fuck but these things were magnificent, man made 32DDDs that still swayed and jiggled under her clothing, it was hypnotizing. To his friends, she was a sex symbol, a masturbatory fantasy pussy that we called Mrs. Palmer, or sometimes Rachel, but to Mike she was just Mom, although honestly if he’d checked her out too, none of us would’ve judged him for it. We’d always been good students, both in terms of grades and in behavior. We both had straight – As for as long as we could remember, participated in academic oriented after school activities, and never got in trouble, this afforded us a bit of freedom, both at home and at school. Teachers didn’t care if we fell asleep in class, or walked in late. Our parents didn’t give us a curfew (not that it mattered, we weren’t staying out late anyways), but if we were playing video games instead of doing homework, they didn’t care, since they knew we’d probably already done it. And of course they didn’t care about our attendance, as long as our grades weren’t suffering asian and we weren’t being brought home by the police, occasionally missing school wasn’t an issue. This being said, it was no surprise that teachers never asked why Mike was absent, and he didn’t seem to be getting into any trouble at home for missing class, but that wasn’t what bothered me. I was upset that Mike was ditching without me! And not even telling me why… we were best friends, and we never kept secrets before. For a few days after Paul brought it to my attention, I kept giving Mike chances to come clean, without letting on that I was suspicious about his illicit behavior. I’d say things like “what are you doing after school?”, “are you feeling OK? Someone said you left early the other day.” His responses were normal “just homework”, “I’m good, had a dentist appointment”. But I still felt like he wasn’t being honest with me. Then one day, Paul found me between Hardcore classes. “Hey Brandon, Mike left, he was here for 3rd, but he never showed up for 4th.” “Did he say he wasn’t feeling well? Or that he had to leave early for something?” I asked. “Nope.” Was all he said as he kept moving down the hall. This was my chance, I needed to find out where he went. “Honey, this pussy is Desiree. That was all that magic was, manipulating the foundations of the world, the vast energies that were used to forge it, the order Krab laid down when the Gods created it. "Wait," she called out to him, "Please don't fuck me!" She felt him reach down and pull the hem of her skirt up to her waist, leaving her ass exposed. We dove in, and the water was refreshing. Barkley gave the girl no respite this time. asian Working japanese in counterpoint, my organ plunges deeply and then almost is withdrawn. “This is David Green, I believed that I emailed you saying that I would be contacting you about now,” I answered. "Don't stop. Copyright 2018 It’s good we caught you while you still look your best.” There will be no ambiguity about where to meet Leesha. “Isn’t that a kiddie game?” She is always very nice to me and I smile at her. "Fuck, Hardcore I'm jealous and pleasuring myself while I watch you with them, but I don't rough fuck even know what I want. I said let’s see if she is there first. Tammy laid there for a minute or two then pulled up of him and laid down on the end of the bed.