Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
You were lying on the couch, minding your own business, when I waltzed in. “Baby, can you help Mama with something?” I’m pretty sure I saw your eyes roll, which seems to be your constant state with me lately. We used to be so close, and now you’re constantly annoyed with me. I needed to find a way to bring us close again, and I think I found a way. I turned my back toward you and leaned over the arm of the couch a bit, flipping up my dress to expose my round ass in the tiny pink thong.
“Mom! What the hell?” You ask, bolting up right, but I noticed you can’t look away.
“Is there a tag in my panties? Something is poking me and it’s so annoying but I can’t find it. Can you look for me?”