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We Will Do Your Mom First
Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: Bountyhunter310, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
"Yes, and tell Kevin he better be there too. No, I'll tell him myself," she said ominously as she marched past me into my bedroom. Which was pretty messy. It always was but that day I'd made it especially so. Ashley's head had already started shaking back and forth in dismay before she was half way across the room. I simply waited silently in the doorway as she started her inspection. She opened my cupboard door first. She moved a few hangers back and forth before she slowly backed away. She was still shaking her head. Then she started in on my chest of drawers. Rifled through my t-shirts and sweaters and socks and hoodies before she finally got to my underwear. "Well," I finally asked, "do you think that at least we have a good base to start from? That you'll be able to come up with something?" "Yes Will, it's going to be sooooo easy." I was smiling inside but successfully hid it when I asked back in my most dubious tone, "It will be?" "Yes my dear Will," and now I heard the sarcasm, something my sweet s****r wasn't known for, "once the bonfire has died down we will then proceed to--" "Bonfire?" I was laughing inside now! "Do you think that there's one piece of cloth in this sad excuse for a room that should be transported over five hundred miles to one of America's finest institutions of higher learning?"Ashley was firing on all cylinders now! "What about my sweatshirts?" "Hoodies," she ... started, and before continuing she kicked the one I'd purposely left in the middle of my bedroom floor, "are not a fashion statement." "At least my underwear's okay isn't it?" "Well it might Will, it might be if said undergarments weren't full of holes and of a sickly gray color." Again I'd cleverly left my worst two pairs of underpants on top of the pile in the drawer. Ones that I'd been planning to throw out. "Now let's go over to Kevin's," she ordered as she swept back by me and out into the hall. I scurried after. "Kevin's? Today? We're already finished here? Don't you have to make a list or something?" Ashley simply continued on her way without answering. I pumped my fist in the air as I rushed after her. As we walked out the door I asked to her back, "How much do you think I'm going to have to spend anyway? As much as five hundred bucks?" It was another question I'd prepared for my s****r. It brought her to a sudden halt. "Are you on d**gs?" "Less than that then?" I said hopefully. "I'll never understand how you got accepted into a university of that caliber." Ashley's sarcasm was gone, replaced now by the sad acceptance that her b*****r was hopeless. "More?" "Will, to even get you to the minimum, the very minimum required," and here Ashley's voice emphasized the word minimum, "will cost at least ten thousand dollars and probably cost closer to twenty." I put my most shocked ...