”“So, no fast food or fatty foods?”“Nope. I mean, we eat the occasional greasy burger, but usually it is fruits, veggies, and fish and chicken... Mick used to be a junk food junkie. We don’t do soda either. We drink iced tea and wine. OH! Wine! Can I drink wine?”“No.”“No?”“Mrs. O’Dell, no one knows how much alcohol is dangerous to the baby. We know the more a woman drinks the greater the chances of fetal alcohol syndrome. One glass of red a week might be fine, but it might not because we have no. Ten minutes later she came down her hallway. Her hair was freshly brushed out framing her tanned face that had make up on it, another first. I kind of liked her better without makeup, more natural. But she did look good.She had on a very nice loose blouse tucked into a skirt that wasn't short but above her knees by a couple of inches. Her blouse was open far enough to give the viewer an exciting expanse of cleavage. Sue has a mile of cleavage and she was showing three quarters of a mile.We took. But I had a perfect view of the pool area and even into her upstairs bedroom window. Her lounge by the pool was only about fifteen feet from my window.Beth sometimes looked up towards my window and must have thought that I couldn’t see anything, because one day I really got an eyeful. She was lying out by the pool in a skimpy bikini, and one of the young black men had just finished the yard work. He stripped down to his tight, white underwear and rinsed off under the hose before jumping into. With one hand, he reached under her hips, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down the zipper. The front of his pants opened as he stuck one thumb in the waist of his shorts. His stiffened cock sprang free, while his other hand probed her wetness and guided his cock toward her heat.Her body slipped a little as his cock began to enter her and she broke the kiss long enough to mutter, "Bed."He backed up a few feet, turned a corner, and backed through the bedroom door, moving a few feet. He fell.