

MotherDoesn'tAlwaysKnowBestA Mother Doesn't Always Know BestMotherDoesn'tAlwaysKnowBest
By StriderFA
"Finally, home from school." Caitlyn walked into her house, tossing her books to the floor. "I'm starving!" She quickly moved towards the kitchen and began preparing a snack. Caitlyn was a 16-year-old girl and had just started the eleventh grade. She was a bigger girl, weighing in at 205 pounds, but it did not bother her at all. Her belly hung over her jeans slightly, wiggling as she walked and poked out underneath her white t-shirt. Her breasts were very shapely and full inside her 38D cu


Full StoryRon rolled his eyes at the stream of threats flowing from his customer's mouth.Full Story
". . . you better get me out of here soon. I'm in no mood for this. I'm here as a paying customer. I gave you my $12.35 and this is the service I get in return," Gloria excoriated Ron, "I demand to have my full hour at the buffet, no matter how long this takes."
Her soprano voice might be pleasant if it were used for anything other than a shrill nagging. And how he hated her Long Island accent. Ronald never dealt with this before, though he should have predicted it from her. &nbs
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