As my erection grew I fantasised that it was her hand touching me, that the caress of the water on my skin were her fingers. The click of the timer s...itch turning off the air jets broke into my revere. With an almost rueful sigh I stopped what I was doing and acknowledged that it was nothing more than an enjoyable fantasy: a chance encounter that had fired my imagination. I shouldn’t pretend it was anything more because, in reality, I was alone and she was gone. I waited a few minutes while my. If I catch you so much as looking at them wrong, I'll put a hurtin' on you. And you know I'll do it!" Yes'm, Miz Debbie," he drawled, "I won't talk to dem nigga girls."Her voice softened. "Now you be a good nigger and I'll save you some of my supper and try to sneak away and bring it out to you." Thank you, Miz Debbie," he said."All right then, boy," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "You may pay your respects before I go."The slave boy bent over on his knees, resting himself on his. With a subtle flexing of his hips, he pushed his dick all the way in, emitting a soft groan as he entered. Karen's pussy was still wet and hot from earlier, and it readily accepted his throbbing-hard member. Instinctively, her hips humped back in acknowledgment as Ray slowly began to fuck his mother in the spoon position. At first, Karen thought she was dreaming, but as Ray's thrusts became a little more insistent, she emerged groggily from her slumber, and groaned softly at the delightful. I told her I was too embarrased but she wasn't having any of that. She told me to lay back and relax and pulling back the bed cover she carefully pulled my boxers down over my casts revealing my rapidly hardening cock, I asked her to get a magazine I had stashed in my locker to help me get off which she did. She opened the magazine and held it infront of me as I gently stroked my cock tuning each page as I asked. When I reached my favorite picture I asked her to stop my hand now getting faster.