my mom is passed HOOKER

” My religion does not allow me to speak as I do ” … but my mother is passed prostitute. I to be honest I married my husband because I condideré good, and because his family diner. But then I got married I realized if not before my husband married me for my mother. She’s pretty, I am not ugly but I feel ugly next to it, has great appeal and beauty is kind of the actresses of the last century, the question is not without lovers and if you always Horn since my father has them. My mom was followed by our department, to be with me and her granddaughter regularly on weekends, there bathe and wash as usual her underwear left in the towel, panties, bikinis or cachetero ro that was the last piece left, I sometimes pick up the garment and give it when it comes, but it turns out the red cachetero was a little longer enough for my husband to take her and masturbate with him, I saw the cachetero removed and when I checked it was semen. And where my suspicions arose, I was once I returned from the market and they were in the Department. and apparently he had ” discussed ” as he was exalted and she was so tearful, to me that I did not like anything but prudence I do not tell them anything. I’m in the business of gifts and perfume my mother once or twice a week in the morning, but a couple of months in the afternoon makes the girl stayed with the nanny, I went to see a client to whom I brought the management of your company, and went on to see my mother to your business, but estacionarme saw was the truck my husband stopped by nearby, and sensing the worst I approached the place that was closed because it was almost time to close 6 in the evening; I stuck to the curtain and listened to some music and between chords some moaning and gnashing of a table accompanied by whispers that barely heard: ” more, all, her, so please, open up more, it ” and more things but inaudible squeak of the table did not stop until after about 15 minutes left in complete silence; and then another 5 or 10 minutes they opened the curtain … and saw me standing there, not knowing what to say and I just turned around and went home. Since that day I cut relations with the bitch of my mother, and my husband’s bastard I am also preparing their horns, so also do not lack suitors who walk on my breasts and my buttocks.