 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
| 2001, radical orthodoxy, hamburger harry's, abovethe law, 1993, swingers, wbar, mom and son sex galleries, drunk girl, machane yehuda, mom fucking son., comic strip, mother sucks son, heresy, author, anal, writing, middle east blogs, | My fake mother knew that something was amiss as well. She would girls regard me thoughtfully as I persisted in hammering the basketball into a patch of pole three feet below the dangling net as we dabbled with her suggested game of one-on-one. At 5 feet tall, my mother had proven herself a formidable opponent on the Kathryn High basketball girls team and she could not imagine why her 5' 2" daughter could be girls such a miserable shot. She would loose herself in the game and dunk ball after ball into the hoop. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, wagging back and forth in concentration, as she hurled her tiny self at the basket. "Let's go shopping," I would say to her after she scored her 42nd point, to which she would roll her eyes and mutter something about my father's side of the family. My mother rarely troubled herself with housework. Our hovel was strewn with half-bagged Avon orders, piles of books, perfume decanters in the shape of Dutch maidens, unwashed dishes, and dead houseplants. |
Best Mature Paysites
|
| An unwieldy container of margarine took center stage in the refrigerator and formed the very foundation of my parents' diet. comic strip I would often lurk about my friends' kitchens watching their mothers lovingly produce fresh salads comic strip and hearty soups. The Italian ones tortured me with the pasta sauces and lasagna. During lunch time these same friends magically produced carefully crafted sandwiches on bulkie rolls, little sprigs of romaine jutting out just over the herb-strewn tuna comic strip salad. I glanced down at the peanut butter and butter sandwich my mother had sat on before flinging it into my Partridge Family lunch box and wished my real parents would come back and get me. Surely I had been switched at birth. By some cruel twist of fate my real mother was out there saddled with some kid who wanted to shoot baskets and eat butter while I had been sent home with a woman who had no sense of appreciation for my interest in jewelry, evening gowns, and home cooking. |
|
Looking for real sex? Find someone now on the
largest sex personals network.FREE signup! Post a FREE erotic ad w/5 photos, flirt in chatrooms, view explicit live Webcams, meet for REAL sex! 30,000 new photos every day! Find SEX now 
|
