I'm well aware that I have a pair of buns to die for, and now I wanted to make sure dad got himself a nice eyeful of my sexy bottom. Then I reached back to hold myself open so dad could see what I kept hidden between those buns of mine. How about Shirley? Did she or any of those other sluts like to have you come knocking around their back doors? The next time I went over to visit my mom, I'd have to go over and say hello to Shirley.
Josh was excited surprise his mom, Laurel, for her birthday. His gift was a framed photo of the family a few years back, during one of their trip. He knew she would love it. He had told her already that he would not be able to make it. He walked in, dropped his bag, and slowly walked towards the living room where he heard the TV running.
I grew up in a small mid-Western town. Very nice place to grow up, but very conservative. School and church dances are how we met boys. After doing farm work chores all week we could go to the square dances on the weekend, chaperoned by the adults. It is here that I met my current husband of some 30 plus years now.
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