Paige was on the far side of the bed. She’s tired, things will be different tomorrow I thought, as I made sure to keep a space between us. The soun... of my pickup starting awoke me. I got up to find fresh coffee made, and a note, ‘gone shopping.’ I don’t know what caused me to check the cookie jar where we kept the money we’d found throughout the house. It was empty. That meant she had taken the last eighty bucks. Tilley arrived early, and we were reading Mackey’s letters to Elsie when Paige. Thompsin. Ron (Laughing) Ya right! Uh Mrs. Thompson, want to have sex with me? Angel Well you may need a bit of help. There she is looking at her Garden. Think of something you woyld like her to do like scratch her bum then wiggle your fingers.Ron shakes his head smiling, wiggles his fingers and Mrs. Thompson touches her bum In seconds she is scratching then sits down. The tone of Miram voice and her need to climax was too much, and she admired the beauty of Miram naked body standing over her. “Yes Ma’am, I am a worthless white trash whore,” Her finger started going in her pussy again as she was staring at Miram large and hairy pussy.“Quit playing with your cunt,” Miram said slapping her firm white tit and get your white ass on the floor right now.Jennifer immediately got up and fell to the floor on her knees, face in the carpet with her ass high up as she. Suddenly she cried out, her hand clasping Ruths hair tightly as she arched her back. She attempted to straighten her legs out, but Freds arms held them in position as he continued pumping into her. Moments later she felt his cock pulse as he shot a load of cum into her. She slowly relaxed as he released her legs and let her lower them, dangling off the bed as he pulled out of her. Ruth helped her sit up on the edge of the bed and sat beside her. Fred stood there, his still erect prick dripping.