Mommy fucks a lot. She told me that it is for love with me and Papa and Uncle Jose but with the other men it is just a job. That is why they give her ...oney. I can have all of her cunt I want because she isn’t my real mother. Me and Papa are white but she likes fucking all colors.I call her my Mommy because my real one left Papa a long time ago and this one has lived with us for a while. I don’t remember how long. I do remember that when I started to get stiffies that Papa noticed and had Mommy. I could hear him as he walked across the stone floor of the patio. I waited until I was totally naked and then looked up at the window and screamed as loud as I could.Traci and I wrapped towels around ourselves and ran outside in time to catch Tommy running down the outside steps that lead from the second floor patio to the pool area. He turned beet red when I called him a pervert and tried to stammer out some sort of excuse. "You stay right there," I yelled at him. Traci and I are going to. Occasionally, he would lean forward and softly kiss her lips. Their bodies told them that they were anxious to explore each other further but their minds were lost in their talk about their lives, their dreams and their desires. As they questioned each other, their hands roamed their bare shoulders and bare chests. Her fingers would trace lines through his hairy chest, his hands would slide down from her shoulder to her arm and occasionally his fingers would trace small circles from her hard. As she continued walking up the trail her head came into my viewfinder followed by her shoulders and finally her whole God damned beautiful body. As she walked I took three quick shots of her so that I would have irrefutable proof of the beauty that she was while she was still fully dressed. She stopped at the top of the trail and took a deep breath then casually strolled over to the outcropping of flat rocks and dropped her backpack. She walked to the edge of the Bluff and looked out over the.