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I took a breath, and typed: [Mom, where did you get this photo? "Typing..." stayed on the screen for almost a full minute. Then finally: [A friend took it. Stop asking so many questions.] I kept going. [Which friend? When was it taken? Where?] This time, she answered immediately. [Why are you so focused on that? The point is he cheated! Stop nitpicking!] She was rattled. I let out a cold laugh and switched to voice message. "Mom, I feel like I'm falling apart... What am I supposed to do..."

"Not sure how, she's got the perfect ass and these hips are sinful." "Plus she's had two babies! Moms shouldn't be that hot" Minnie exclaimed, making Melody blush even more furiously. She had felt doughy and soft around werewolf moms who bounced back in a week without even a hint of a c-section scar if it had been needed. Hearing their words, feeling sexy in her borrowed dress, and more than a little drunk Melody felt her heart soar as a kind of joy she had never known before washed over her. The joy of true friendship.

She smiled back at me. She was a pretty woman in her early 40s. She was much taller than me, around 5'9 and very slim. She had large breasts and a big butt, and a youthful face. She kind of looked like the woman who would be your best friend's hot mom when you were growing up. Like you were surprised that someone could look that sexy while being a mom. Well it was twice as weird with a prison guard.

BOOK TITLE: My Best Friend and I Both Had Super-Male Babies AUTHOR: Marionette When my best friend and I went for prenatal checkups, we both found out we were carrying babies with the super-male gene. The doctor advised us to terminate the pregnancies. I immediately went through with it, but my best friend was hesitant. I kindly advised her, "This child will ruin your life someday." She reluctantly agreed. Later, her husband cheated on her and tried to justify it.

Our mothers instantly became friends after they met our fathers, had had so many double dates, girls days and nights sent them on the fast train to become best friends too. And now they're like our extended family. Shared birthdays, celebrations, holidays and vacations. Morwenna and I, we were truly what people say the opposite faces in the same coin. Being the go-getter, you-only-live-once kinda girl she is, Mo will be the one girl you find bungee-jumping, zip-lining, or do anything adrenaline-related (because adrenaline rush was so addictive, her words not mine, that crazy girl). And every the fashionista, her obsession on fashion world and celebrities is bordering unhealthy. Mo will be th

I didn't understand what he meant that time but now I do. They needed a sexy lady with great curve and beautiful face. Forget the beautiful face. My hips are killing, you can imagine a slim girl with a with a big butty. That's it. You imagined it perfectly. My waist are tiny and my breast is not so big, it's medium-sized. I got all that from my mom. You can't never believe my mom is forty. She look young and her skin still glows like that of a child. You will think she's my sister when the two of us are walking together.

"Mama, with whom will I be matched? How many blind dates have failed. I'm a bored mom, you know all girls look at me because of my success. I don't like girls like that! ” “Honey, don't be like that. This time, it's definitely different, this girl is the child of mama's childhood friend. ” “ Huh, have you met your childhood friend? Is she really in this town? " "Yes, that's right, I found it. Tomorrow we have dinner together, okay? Mama's childhood friend will take one of her daughters to have dinner with us. " "Mama, but I can't. Tomorrow I have an activity, tomorrow I have a meeting! "

‘It seems to really respond to a mother’s touch. Sweet Jesus! The over-endowed MILF was talking dirty and everything! This cock-crazy mama was sure as hell nothing like the typical mothers of the girls I dated; they were usually thick-waisted broads with prison-issue haircuts, Anita Backer, and as much sex appeal as Mrs Claus.

‘It seems to really respond to a mother’s touch. Sweet Jesus! The over-endowed MILF was talking dirty and everything! This cock-crazy mama was sure as hell nothing like the typical mothers of the girls I dated; they were usually thick-waisted broads with prison-issue haircuts, Anita Backer, and as much sex appeal as Mrs Claus.

All are looking beautiful today. " Group picture! " Rita says and pouts for the camera. I smile looking at the camera. " Girls! Hurry up! We're already late, " Rimpy aunty says. She's a bit heavier than my mother. She's the mother of Mini and Rita. Our mothers are best friends. She glances at her and her eyes fill with tears. I quickly sight elsewhere. If I start to cry It'll be impossible for me to rein my tears. ***