I had a friend when I was a kid who had a Hot Mom and all the neighborhood kids were always at their place. I liked to hang there because had cable TV and sofas in the living room, things that were strange and exotic compared to my family life at home, but I’m pretty sure all the little boys that frequented their house did so because it made them feel funny in their swimsuit areas.
It was like whatever was happening in those boys pants at the time completely outshone the fact that this was a grown women who was the mother of one of your friends and ran the PTA board at school.
The Friends of Pam Anderson’s kids are lucky though, because their bubble hasn’t ben busted yet, and they don’t know about sex tapes, and STDs and ugly ass Tommy Lee and his horse cock. You on the other hand do, yet still go to sleep at night hoping that Pammy will fly in through your window and take your virginity, because god knows no one else will.
hugs and kisses
Marie-Eve Martinez