Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

Early in the evening a gold sedan crept through the apartment lot on a menacing prowl. Someone is in my spot, Eun Pyon said soft from the driver's seat, fingernails clicking on the wheel. Pass me my phone. Grace Pyon found the parking spot through her passenger window, a white compact dimpled by hail damage residing there. The spot was not exactly Eun's, or hers, since neither of them lived at the complex. But Valerie once told them the space was available, since the apartment assigned it went unleased, and that was where Eun parked every time. What are you going to do? I'm going to have it towed. Eun did not need to look up the number for Lightning Fast. What if it belongs to her daughter? Eun did pause to think about that, as she held the phone to her ear. Does she have a car at sixteen? I didn't buy her one, did you? It's fine. If it's hers I'll pay for it. The gold sedan ended up parking in any old spot, content in the knowledge that it was far too expensive for the neighborhood and would not be bothered. Who would dare? Eun's jacket hung loose over her her silver princess scoop a-line as she fetched a bottle of wine from the back. She was a small-boned woman, but taller than the two generations of Korean immigrant before her. The saunter, the rhythm of her heels over asphalt and broken glass spoke of a powerful woman, bullying with her presence. Low down her side the weight of the wine bottle slinked, eyes heavy-lidded, looking for pleasure. Grace took a little black case from the glove box and took from them an old pair of cat-eye glasses. Little black dress, black stockings, black fox fur coat hung down just past the hem line to keep away the evening chill. When Eun saw the old glasses, she smiled. I haven't seen you in those since... My teaching days. Grace's hand slipped into Eun's, feeling the cool line of her wedding band. She kissed her wife with an agitated excitement waiting, wanting to gush forth, small-mouthed kisses eager with tongue and breathless. With Eun she walked hand in hand, eyes heavy-lidded, looking for pleasure. It was Valerie who let them into the apartment. Grace smiled to her, and surrendered that lustrous coat into her care. But another young lady took Eun's jacket, and Eun Pyon turned to try and get a better look at her, handed her the bottle of wine. Very nice, Eun said to her. There was not much else to say to a girl half her age, barely known despite their frequent trysts in the apartment. If there was a vibe given off that this girl didn't care much for Eun and her disreputable intentions for mother, Eun was impervious to it. Something smells delicious. Grace kissed Valerie low down the side of her neck, when she turned away. There was so much stress there, knotted, wanting release. It must have been a stressful day to get the apartment so clean, and to cook, for a change. They had seen the telltale fast food refuse enough to know this was not how Valerie lived ordinarily. Eun and Grace sat at the table as guests. Grace's eyes followed the little lady around the room as they waited for dinner to be served. What have you been up to? she asked.