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Jordyn's Christmas Break from UF extended into January.  At first, the sex with Taylor's Mom was frequent and intense enough to keep her satisfied.

But it was Taylor's Mom who needed something .... more .... deeper ..... meaningful.  They tried cuddling.  Then pillow talk.

> I'm glad you didn't put on the Freshman 15 at Gainesville.

> I didn't because I was missing YOU.  It just took me till November to realize it.

> Awwww, that's sweet.  [they kiss]  Any other things you are just realizing now, upon reflection?

> That I haven't been in a fight since going to UF.

> Like, .... a catfight?

> A catfight, a barfight, a streetfight.  Nada.

> Well, that's normal for college, right?  There's no coeds duking it out all over campus? ....  ARE there?

> Definintely not outside the sororities.

> So what's the problem, Jordyn?

> I don't want to lose my edge ... my ability to catfight ... this is the longest I've gone.

> I see what you're saying.....

> .....

> Wanna go to the Bucs-Cowboys playoff game this weekend and look for a catfight?

> Let's.  U got Bucs gear?

> Sure do.

To be continued.....

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The Saturday afternoon before the Monday Night Tampa-Dallas NFL playoff game, Taylor's Mom and Jordyn huddled as to how they would find an appropriate catfight opponent for Jordyn.

There was a puncher's chance, pun intended, that at the local sports bar, there would be women Dallas fans in their Dallas gear that Jordyn could stir shit with, wearing her #12 Tom Brady Bucs gear.  The Gulf Coast was a popular January destination for Cowboys Nation fans needing relief from winter cold.  (Plus, as a bonus, Brady was hated outside of Tampa-- wearing his shirt was like baiting a bear.)

But the more promising outcome was a local, decking herself out in Cowboys gear, taking advantage of her favorite team being in her hometown, seeking to put an end to the Bucs' season.

Taylor's Mom and Jordyn masturbated to roleplay of Jordyn approaching a sexy Cowboys fan in a bar.

Or even better, approaching her man and making the Cowboys fan-ette/groupie girl jealous and protective.  And territorial.

Territorial enough to "take it outside" with Jordyn.

Jordyn had fantasized about barfights her whole life.

This afternoon, she might get to be in one.

To be continued....

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Taylor's Mom was envious at the ease with which Jordyn navigated a busy sports bar, mingling seamlessly with male and female, old and young, groups and singletons.  Taylor's Mom had never been single for long enough periods to learn the sports bar scene.  Incredibly, she was less experienced at it than her young lover.

Jordyn was trying to spark a flirtation with a men at the bar accmpanied by a female partner.  She was getting false reads on men--many of those who she approached were single .... or worse, not straight.  Taylor's Mom regretted the Lost World of the 1990s where men were men .... or pretended to be in social situations.  Just so everyone knew how to act.

Jordyn was a more natural fit to the new jungle of gender and sexual fluidity.  Taylor's Mom couldn't even remember now--between her and Jordyn, who HAD made the first move?  Who had initiated sex between them?

Who liked who more?  In Taylor's Mom's worold, whoever liked the other partner the less had the power, "wore the pants", in the relationship.

Who wears the pants between Jordyn and me?, Taylor's Mom wondered to herself.

What if it's her?  A girl my daughter's age.

Is that possible?

I want to see her fight today sssooo bad.  I hope one of the bitches in here challenges her.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

As Taylor's Mom watched Jordyn navigate the sports bar, effortlessly striking up conversations with men and women, she relected back to her own days at Law Sch

ool in New England in the 1990s, and classmates of hers who would have informal, or sometimes even formal, Sugar Daddy relationships with older wealthy men to pay their Law School bills.

Taylor's Mom never understood the attraction at the time, but now here she was in her own middle age dating a 19-year old, and enjoying the youthful vigor it brought to her life.

And to her bedroom.

Taylor's Mom enjoyed kissing Jordyn for hours every afternoon, starting as they would clean up their lunch plates, then moving to the couch in the living room.  On weekdays, Taylor's Mom's laptop would ping-ping-ping with new messages from work, but she would find herself unable to pull herself away from her tongue-kissing with Jordyn.  Taylor's Mom's remembered how some--not all, but some--of her Law School classmates would describe how their Sugar Daddies didn't want a lot of sexual intercourse--they just wanted lots of kissing.

In a week, Jordyn would be going back to school in Gainesville.  Taylor's Mom would miss the kissing on the couch with Jordyn.  Hopefully they could resume their video sex on Zoom, and Taylor's Mom could masturbate while Jordyn talked to her about girls she wanted to catfight.

Taylor's Mom thought about her empty, hurricane-damged house sitting the the Gulf Keys.  It was becoming a money pit, and was vulnerable to future storms.  Taylor's Mom wondeted if she should sell it while the market was hot, and move to a condo downtown.  She could go to Happy Hours and walk home.  Maybe with men who wanted to fuck her, and women who wanted to fight her.

Did people still do that in 2023?  Meet in bars and go home and fuck?  Taylor's Mom's friends all seemed to talk about Match.com.  Why not meet in person?  Online seemed like so much work.  Could you really get to know someone there?

Taylor's Mom didn't have the energy to be a workaholic anymore.  Jordyn's Mom Brittany seemed to have more balance in her life.

Brittany had brazenly stolen Taylor's Mom's husband from her.  Was it because she wasn't a workaholic?  That she managed her own household?  Is that what men wanted?

Was Brittany better in bed than Taylor's Mom?  When Taylor's Mom was staying with Brittany and Taylor's Mom's husband, the two of them seemed to fuck in bed every night.  But that was just because their relationship was new, right??  Right??

Taylor's Mom was super-horny right now. 

She saw a young woman who seemed like a good fight matchup for Jordyn.  The woman was wearing a Dak Prescott Number Four.  Football fan.

Taylor's Mom smiled at the woman.

Taylor's Mom pointed out Jordyn to her.  "See my friend over there with the Tom Brady shirt.  If I pay you a thousand dollars, will you catfight her while I watch?".

"Make it three thousand, and I'll do it."

"Done."

To be continued......

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As Taylor's Mom drove Jordyn and the Dak Prescott fan she had hired hired to catfight Jordyn back off the mainland and onto her house on the Keys, she thought of when she herself had been a young woman and moved to Florida's Gulf Coast.  She had joined and golf and tennis club, and had lunched with women old enough to remember Old Florida.  Old Sarasota.  Its 1940-1970 heyday.

The women talked about Lido Casino, off the shore on Lido Key.  Built as part of the Works Progress Administration in 1938.  Opened in 1940, with two ballrooms, volleyball courts, an Olympic-sized swimming pool .... with diving boards.

It was open 7 days a weeks.  Growing up in Sarasota, tween and teen girls practically lived there.

Especially Saturday nights.  Because that was catfight night.

Tourist from out of town would arrive on Sundays and depart on Fridays.  Interstate travel back then was by car, not plane.

So on Saturdays, locals had Lido Casino all to themselves.

Locals would have Pilaroids taken in front of the famous oversized sea horses.  Then go out on the beach in bathing suits.

And challenge each other to catfights.  Sometimes there on the beach, or the gravel parking lots, or in the nearby woods.

The girls would catfight over boys.  Over stautus.  Over who was the better catfighter.  Or to orgasm.

Because....birth control wasn't released until 1962.  Being alone with a boy from school was too risky.... you might end up having to give up a baby to the nearby orphanage in St Petersburg.

So if you wanted to get off .... you'd catfight a girl you quarreled with at the Lido Casino.

Because those catfights were completely physical ..... hand in hair ... face on face .... and legs entwined together like mating snakes.

The women at the 1990s tennis club lunches would practically ooze desire with their memories of their pre-1962 catfights at the Lido, such was the impression they made on their blossoming bodies and psyche's.

Taylor's Mom would go home after those 1990s luncheons ... and stories .... and masturbate to the stories she had heard.

Would this catfight .... Jordyn vs this Barfly .... be as sexy as those stories?  It had better be.  She was paying $3,000 for it.

What was happening to her?

What was Jordyn doing to her?

> Are you two going to fight like hellcats?

> Yes.

> Hell, yes.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

As Jordyn and the hired sports bar girl let their hair down and got into underwear for their catfight, Taylor's Mom sat on the couch and began stroking her pussy.  She thought of late 1990s conversations with local business women who grew up in the area, as far away as Bradenton or Apollo Beach.

An effective ice breaker with them was to bring up the late 1960s catfight nights at Lido Casino against girls from Osprey and Venice.  One woman conglfessed to her that one Saturday night she had watched a local, glamorous Sarasota High girl win a catfight, then had asked that girl's friend for the Sarasota girl's phone number.  She cold called her on a weekend and asked for her:

> I'm from Bradenton.  I saw you win the catfight at Lido Saturday.  I want to fight you like that.

> "Like that"?

> Hairpulling.  Scratching.  Pinching.  But not at Lido.  Privately.  Alone.

> Are you pretty?

> Yes.  Your friend Lucy saw me.

> I will.  If you're pretty, let's fight.

The two had a 40-minute long private catfight the next Saturday.  Both orgasm'd numerous times.

Taylor's Mom hoped this catfight with Jordyn and the stranger would last 40 minutes.

That would be $4,500 an hour.

Expensive fight.

She decided she would record it.

She got out her cell phone, but hid it where Jordyn and the girl couldn't see it.

The two girls came to the living room center, staring daggers at each other.

> You two look lovely.  Don't fuck each other up TOO much.  ..... Just a little.

> No promises.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

Jordyn and her hired opponent circled each other in Taylor's Mom's living room.  They were both ready to begin--but having no knowldge of the other's fighting style and ability, were hesitant to make the first move.

They were also fighting with, and for, an audience....a one-person audience, but nevertheless an important one to each.

Jordyn wanted to impress Taylor's Mom to juice up their sex life.
The Dak Prescott groupie wanted to impress Taylor's Mom to get even more cash from her..... plus her first impression of Jordyn was that she was an arrogant bitch.

Taylor's Mom noted the contrast between the tense-but-awkward start of tonight's fight....to the one her 1990s business associate had described from the 1960s at Lido Casino ..... when a pretty Bradenton girl had challenged her to catfight.

She had scouted her opponent with her friend .... and confirmed the Bradenton girl's prettiness.  She called her to make final arrangements for their fight.

> Hello?  Is this the girl from Bradenton?  You called me 2 nights ago.

> Yes.  It's me.  Thank you for calling.  I was hoping you'd call back.

> Well, lucky you.  I talked to my friend Lucy.  I asked her if you're actually pretty.

> And?  Did I pass?

> She said you're very pretty.  Sorry for being so .... cautious. 

> No need to explain.  Girls who aren't pretty are always .... well, maybe not always .... they WANT to get into fights with pretty girls.  Like you and me.

> Yes.  It's annoying.  I only fight pretty girls.  Wearing pretty clothes.  Is that how you like to fight?

> Yes.  Like Sunday church clothes.

> I was thinking that too.

> Is there ..... room .... at your house to fight?  I'm in Bradenton, my house is small.

> Yes.  My parents go to Lido Casino for dinner next Saturday, at 6.  I'll say I'm sick.  We can fight 6:30 to 8:30.  That's long enough to fight.

> Yes.  Let's do it.  Let's fight hard.  Like you fought that girl at Lido Casino.  Except in church clothes.

Taylor's Mom evied the organic antagonism between the 1960s Bradenton girls.  She needed to make something organic between Jordyn and the bargirl.  To break the ice on their fight.  To make them less tentative.

> Hey, Jordyn.  Want some motivation to kick this bitch's ass?

> Whatchya got??

> If you win ..... before you go back to school .... I'll finally catfight your mom Brittany.  You can watch.

Jordyn looked at the Dak Prescott groupie and punched her on the jaw.

> Oh .... it .... is ..... on ..... BITCH.

To be continued.....

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Jordyn and her hired opponent clutched each other by the biceps, and waltzed across the carpeted Florida slippery floor.  In Florida, hardhood floor isn't a climaticolgical possibility.  Even with the AC at the ready 24/7/365, the humid air would ruin any naturally produced wooden material.  Even interior walls and ceilings expose no natural wood to the interior elements--wood studs are safely sealed behind plaster, and even crown molding is painted in multiple heavy coats.

As Taylor's Mom gets aroused witnessing the catfight unfilding before her, she reflects on the Florida upbringing of Jordyn and Jordyn's Mom Brittany.  Both are natural catfighters, backing down before no woman of her height, weight, and socioeconomic class.  Taylor's Mom reflects on the Sunday afternoon almost a year ago when Jordyn presented herself unannounced at Taylor's door to set boundaries on the boy they wrre mutually dating.  And then Brittany, Jordyn's Mom arrived mid-catfight, and with Jordyn still mid-fight with Taylor, locked horns with Taylor's Mom just to demonstraze mother-daughter solidarity.

Taylor's Mom loved fighting Brittany, both women striking at each others' face and midsection even as they yanked hair and scratched flesh.  Neither woman would ever truly defeat the other physically.  Taylor's Mom measured herself as having atrained MILF status by going toe ti toe with Jordyn's Mom. 

True, she had lost her husband to Brittany.

But who was reclining at table now, watching Jordyn catfight a barfly?

Not Brittany.

It was Taylor's Mom.

> I think I'll text the bitch.

Taylor's Mom gets out her cell and texts Jordyn's Mom.

> Watching your daughter catfight in my living room.  Enjoying every second.

> cxnt.

To be continued......

[sinclairfan]

Taylor's Mom's text to Jordyn's Mom Brittany was impulsive .... in a thoughtless way.  Brittany is now doubt in her car already, speeding over here to my place, reflects Taylor's Mom.  But .... is she speeding over here to kick my ass?  Or is she speeding over here to watch her daughter catfight another woman?

Taylor's Mom reflects on the 1967 Lido Casino catfight her business associate had arranged by phone as an 18-year old against a pretty girl from Bradenton, back before the population boom on the Suncoast.  The girls' plans were to meet up at the house while their parents were at dinner at Lido Casino on Sunday evening.  The mom of the girl who was hosting the fight, who would grow up to be Taylor's Mom's mentor in the 1990s, had her Women's Intuition kick in at her daughter's story of feeling ill .... hinting she was having her period.

The suspicious Mom left the Lido Casino dinner after having just one cocktail and drove home to check on her "sick" daughter.  Just as she arrived in the driveway, the pretty Bradenton girl was getting out of her car.  The protective Mom spoke:

> Why is a pretty girl like you out alone on a Sunday night?  What if your car breaks down?  ..... And why are you wearing a sleeveless croptop?? .... What are you here to do with my daughter? .... Answer me, or I'll report you to your parents.

> [The Bradenton girl fears her parents finding out about her sneaking.]  Ma'am .... your daughter offered to teach me how to catfight.

> [No wonder she lied to me.]  Then, come in.  I'm of a mind to see what she teaches you.  And I have a lesson gor the two of you .... two women should never be alone when they fight .... especially two girls as pretty as you.

The girls are unable to fulfill their catfight alone.  But they catfight with the host girl's Mom watching.

Taylor's Mom wonders if that's why she always enjoyed hearing about Taylor's fights.  And now Jordyn's.

When Brittany arrives .... will she want to fight me? .... or watch Jordyn fight first?

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

In 1969, two years after the Pretty Girl Catfight with the Bradenton girl, Taylor's Mom's future mentor was saddened to learn that Lido Casino, ground zero to her Gulf Coast childhood, was closing its doors.  Whether it was for renovation or demolition was unknown at the time (it turned out to be for permanent demolition), but either way, the Dinner-and-Dancing Big Band vibe of Lido Casino was a thing of the past by 1969.  Rock n Roll, folk music, and the early iterations of Pop were the music people listened to, not live Big Bands.

Something else was past its day by 1969 as well. 

Girl Gang catfights no longer occured on the Gulf Coast.  James Dean-style teen rebellion was out.  Girls expressed their Girl Power by getting careers.  With birth control (The Pill), they rebelled against their parents by sleeping with SEVERAL boys, not a "steady".  Girls no longer engaged in catfights to get the alpha male as their "steady".

Taylor's Mom and her own Mom, who had witnessed her 1967 arranged catfight with the pretty Bradenton girl, drove thru the grounds of Lido Casino one ladttime before it was demolished.

> Show me where the girlfights happened.

> Mom?!?!?  You knew about those??

> Yes, honey.  ALL the Mom's did.  You think we didn't notice the scratches on you girls?!?!?

> [Blushing]  Mom?

> Yes honey?

> When the pretty Bradenton girl came to our house to fight me .... why did you say pretty women shouldn't fight alone?  Without someone watching?

> Because ..... competition between pretty girls is .... primitive .... animalistic.  If both of you are equal in fighting, you won't have the sense to let the fight end in a draw.  You'll keep fighting untion one of you .... or both .... are ..... maimed.  Never forget that, dear.

And .... she never did.

Especially while masturbating.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

When Taylor's Mom had her own daughter, who then became an athlete, and Taylor begab receiving invitations to travel sports camps, especially when she started "playing up", Taylor's Mom knew she had teach Taylor how to teach Taylor to defend herself, so as not to be bullied at the camps.

One day after school, Taylor's Mom was expressing her concern to another Mom for Taylor's safety when Taylor was preparing for an upcoming camp in Colorado Springs.  That Mom said to Taylor's Mom, "Your daughter and mine are about the same size [True, thought Taylor's Mom] and looks [False, thought Taylor's Mom--Taylor is much sexier].  We could get them together after school to spar."

"You mean, like, to play fight?  To see what it's like to be in a girlfight?"

"Well, more serious than that.  Like, have them go at it until one is .... hurting the other one.  Toughen up whichever one is softer [That will be YOUR daughter, thought Taylor's Mom]."

The two Mom's agreed not to tell the 2 daughters why they wete getting together one Early Release Day from school.  They brought the girls together in the other girl's backyard, and broke the news to them.  "The Colorado Springs camp has girls who attend military school, who've had hand-to-hand combat training.  They have girls who are enrolled in private academies for discipline reasons.  Those girls will trst you at camp.  Show us you can defend yourselves in a catfight."

"Mom!!! ... we've BEEN in catfights," both girls protest.

[Taylor's been in catfights?!?!? How many???, wonders Taylor's Mom.]  "Then show us your stuff.  Now!!!!"

"Or what?"

"Or .... no camp."

The two girls tentatively face slap and grapple, neither able to bring each other to the ground.  The two girls have never been close friends, but Taylor's Mom is surprised at how rapidly true animosity reveals itself, as the slaps turn to punches, and the grappling turns to vicious hairpulling.

"Fuck her up Taylor!!! Show her Mom you're the better woman," Taylor's Momis thinking.  Instead she timidly says, "Go honey!  Get on top!!"

Taylor scores the takdedown. 

The other Mom pops up to show her daughter how to get into a guard when you're on the ground in a catfight.  Taylor shoves the other Mom's hand off her shoulder, and commands, "Let her figure it out herself, bitch!"

"Did you just call me a bitch?"  The other Mom slaps Taylor's face.  "You fucking brat!"

Taylor's Mom sees read.  She rushes to the other Mom.  "You don't TOUCH my fucking daughter.  EVER!!!!"

"Or what, slut???"

Taylor's Mom slaps the other Mom's face.  They're in each others' hair and in a catball on the ground instantly.

The four women fight for 5 more minutes, with both Taylor and Taylor's Mom pinning their counterparts and face slapping them.

"Let's get the hell home, honey.  I hate these bitches."

Taylor and Taylor's Mom drive home and climb in their own showers.

They masturbate as they think about how proud they are of each other.

Taylor's Dad asks at dinner, "You ready for camp, Taylor?"

"She damn well is," interjects Taylor's Mom.

Taylor's Mom masturbates all night.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

Brittany arrives in Capri shorts and and sleeveless vest-top.  Taylor's Mom recalls how she enjoyed seeing Brittany's legs when she was staying with Brittany when hurricane damage was being repaired on her house.

Jordyn's and the Dak Prescott-fagirl's fight has gone to the floor, the two gladiatricies pausing to rest while still locked up.  Jordyn is in control, but her opponent still has a least a little fight left in her.  Taylor's Mom is glad she and Brittany will be able to watch a little bit of the fight together.

Brittany and Taylor's Mom sit together on the love seat, exchanging a tense smile, then holding hands.

> I was just recalling that a couple years ago, it must have been, Taylor and I fought a teammate of hers and another Mom.

> Sexy.

> I know..... it was.  Did you and Jordyn ever fight like that?   .... as a team?

> No.  Growing up in Tallahassee, I had some bad fight experiences .... streetfights, not catfights like this .... I tried to keep her away from it.  She found fighting herself .... self-taught.

> Taylor was self-taught, too.  I was just .... making sire .... when I arranged the fight with the other Mom.  Things just got .... out of hand.

> That can happen ..... with arranged catfights.  Where did you find THIS girl [nodding at the Dak Prescott fangirl]?

> I'm .... um .... paying her.

> I won't ask you how much--your husband will freak.  She's putting up a decent fight ...  for a girl getting paid.

> [Taylor's Mom and Brittany look in each others' eyes.  They're horny from the sight of Jordyn fighting.]  I miss you.... Brittany.

> I'm not gonna say it back, if that's what you're wondering.  [Pregnant pause.]  But we can hate-kiss if you want.

> That's my favorite kind of kissing.

> Good.  Mine too.

Taylor's Mom and Brittany angrily face each other of the love seat and cram their tongues into each others' mouths.

> I fucking hate you, bitch.

> Prove it.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

Taylor's Mom enjoyed the rough kisses she was receiving from Jodyn's Mom Brittany.  It had been awhile since she found mouth kissing to be erotic. 

It brought her back to her college years, driving down Gulf of Mexico Drive, which connects the area's barrier islands to each other like a string of pearls.  Cruising with her friends, making out in the backseat to Madonna music ... or was it Britney Spears?  Getting kissed hard and deep.  Who knew she was giving that up by getting married and having Taylor?  Was that the reason she resented Taylor?

Taylor's Mom pictured her mentor's family, including her mentor's daughter, taking Gulf of Mexico Drive to Lido Casino during its 1960s heyday.  The daughter wondering what area girl she might get into a catfight with at the young adult hangout nook at the Casino.  And then arranging with the pretty Bradenton girl a private house fight, dressed in expensive clothes.

About a year ago now, Jordyn had driven down Gulf of Mexico Drive to confront Taylor about her upcoming prom date, as friends, wuth Taylor's boyfriend.  Jordyn MUST have known that her girl-talk with Taylor wouldn't remain civil.  Did Jordyn get wet that Sunday afternoon anticipating a fight with Taylor?

Taylor's Mom and Brittany continue to hate kiss, hissing insults between kisses.

> You're a washed up old hag.

> You're Tallahassee Trailer Trash.

> .....who got picked over you by your husband.

> When your whore blow jobs get old, he'll come back to me.

> Dream on.  You'll be even older by then.

The two MILFs bickering has attracted Jordyn's attention from her catfight on the floor.

> Do it, Mom.  Kick her ass.  Now's your chance.

> I'm thinking about it, babe.

> Just di it, Mom.

To be continued

[sinclairfan]

As Taylor's Mom continued to tongue duel on the couch with Brittany, she thought back to an alcohol-enhanced late-1990s bachlorette party the summer she and her girlfriends were all getting married.  The girls had rented a limo and were cruising down Gulf of Mexico Avenue.

As the night grew long, backseat giggling and tight contact in the limo turned to pretend, then increasingly real, girl kissing.

Taylor's Mom found that bridesmaids-to-be whom she liked would kiss her gently on the lips.

But that bridesmaids-to-be whom she didn't know as well would force their tongues into her own mouth.

It was counterintuitive to Taylor's bi-not-curious Mom, but she found that latter kisses, the impersonal, rough ones, to be more erotic.  They weren't kisses to express feeling of sisterhood or mutual friendship. 

No; they were kisses to express jealousy, competition, contempt.  Everything that was non-cooperstive about female interaction in business, in society, on the exclusive Keys.

They expressed, wordlessly but eloquently:  There's only room for you OR me in this limo.

And I'm not going anywhere.

Males, in nature, marked their territory by lifting their leg, or chest beating, or loud noises.

Women didn't have a dignified way to warn off a rival.  Or even to size one up.  So they did it in degrading, undignified ways.  Like rough mouth kissing with a potential enemy.

That's what Brittany was doing to Taylor's Mom now.

Taylor's Mom fought back by returning Brittany's angry kisses.

Both women could hear the other's arousal.  Both were unable to back down.

Not with Jordyn sitting 5 feet away.

Both wanted Jordyn's approval.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

Taylor's Mom wanted Jordyn to see that she wasn't afraid to catfight Brittany, that she hadn't invited Brittany over to make out with her.  So Taylor's Mom began grabbing chunks of Brittany's hair, which Taylor's Mom was surprised to find was moist with sweat and oil.

Brittany didn't hesitate more than a few seconds to switch from hate kissing to hairpulling.

> So, we're really gonna do this, bitch?

> You know we both want it.

> I should warn you that my daughter wants it, too.  She's been baiting me to kick your ass for months.

> Then why haven't you, slut?  You knew where to find me.

> Because I pitied you, tramp.  Losing your house, losing your husband.

> Losing HIM was a blessing, cxnt.  Good luck keeping him dressed and fed.

The two women's fingernails are scratching skin in each others' scalps.

And Jordyn is watching every minute of it, grinding her hips into the Dak Prescott fangirls thighs.

"Slap her, Mom.  Slap her face."

Taylor's Mom and Brittany exchange slaps to the face, first with open, then closed hands.  Both have red marks covering their faces within the first 6 hits.

Taylor's Mom thinks back to a 1990s late-night drive down Gulf of Mexico Ave., where the car pulled over so that two of the girls in the backseat in a dispute could get out and catfight.  The fight lasted less than a minute, but Taylor's Mom remembered the winning girl sitting next to her in the carseat, over 8 distinch scratches on her face.

> Are you ok??  You're scratched everwhere!!

> It was woth it.  Did you see how I fucked up her nose and lips!!  Best feeling ever.

If that's what two girls could do to each other in 60 seconds .... what will Brittany and I do to each other in the next 10 minutes, wondered Taylor's Mom.

And.....

Will it be the 'best feeling ever'??

to be continued....