Answer me” she snapped as she drew her hand back and landed a forceful spank on the outside of Marsha’s leg. Marsha let out a gasp and when she ...aw the hand drawn back again she cried out “yes, yes, I did masturbate. I’m so sorry.” Mrs Howard let Marsha calm down before asking “why are you sorry?” “Well, because it is wrong, to masturbate I mean, especially over my daughter.” “Over your daughter or over me spanking your daughter?” “Well, … oh, I see what you mean” Marsha said. Grammy was still at Gramps workbench, but her top was nearly all unbuttoned and she was leaning back against the bench, and her hand was between her legs….inside her unzipped shorts!!! I stood there with my heart pounding in my ears and decided to sneak around and look in and see what was really happening from the side window to the shop. Sure enough, Grammy was still leaning back on the bench but she had pushed her shorts and underwear down to her ankles and she was running her fingers through. His lips were so soft and I managed to wrap my arms around him as i tasted his sweet kisses, my mind reeling at the pleasure of being fucked and kissed by a black man when he suddenly stopped and rose up a bit, "You like me fucking you whore?" he asked. I looked at him with stars in my eyes, "Your whore likes you fucking her" I replied. I could see a brief smile on his lips, "Do I fuck you better than your husband?" he then asked and glancing over at Joe for a second and thinking that I really. The outer door sounded, Susan reached to open it, and into the office came Claire.“The police have arrested Seth,” she said as she entered. “They’ve kept him overnight and he’s up before the magistrates this morning. You want to come?”“No,” said Susan, looking up from the computer screen, “He can rot in hell for all I care.”“Eh?” Claire asked, “I thought...”“Conned you as well?” Susan said bitterly, “Let me enlighten you. Seth took my keys and had copies made. Then he went to Victor Freeman’s.