I waited for the request. “Can you help me move this big pot to the other side of my porch so it can get some more sunlight?” she asked, looking d...wn. I stepped over to her porch. “Let me help,” Helen insisted, bending over to grab one side of the pot, as I bent and grabbed the side of the pot closest to me. I had a perfect, unobstructed view straight down the opening of her cute, nightie. "1-2-3, move." “Thanks,” Helen remarked, as she stood and brushed off her hands. I did my best to keep. Images of Lola from that morning laid on the sunbed flicked into his mind making James lose his concentration and rhythm. ‘I was almost there then!’ the brunette complained impatiently. ‘Sorry babe’ he replied despondently using the name he gave too the entire woman he was with. He tried to focus on fucking the girl but he couldn’t keep Lola off his mind and he started to feel ashamed over what he was doing. He tried as best as he could but with his mind full of Lola and with the brunette. It was evident to me that they had seen many white wives lead up that hill. I could see Ana’s face was pleading for me…One of his friends explained that some white couples usually found their way down to that secluded beach and Tom ended up fucking the wife…He added that his black friend would not harm my wife; but he would give her the fucking of her life. And he smiled as he said that white wives never forget something like that. Worst of all, sometimes the couples returned for a second. And Mrs James found themselves bent over the bench with their wrists tied to a pole fitted to the bench;their naked bottoms exposed to the draft which wafted around the small room. Tara James became aware suddenly of her naked bottom being fondled."Deary me,you have a delightful posterior ,Mrs.James," Sr.Ethel said before moving to Mr.James and spending a few moments fondling his naked bottom."Now,by the time I am finished I do not expect you both to be able to sit comfortably for quite.