The young storekeeper's attire and style matched the store: simple, relaxed, classical. She preferred a natural, clean look forgoing too much make-up ...or just a light kiss of blush on her high, cafe au lait cheeks. Her shimmering mocha-hued hair was kept silky straight, its cascading length stretching down to the small curve of her back. A wheat brown skirt dropped over her slender legs to her ankles which were covered by white heel socks and black slipper shoes. She accessorized a simple white. Steph nearly wanted to strangle her for changing the subject but she guessed she would have done the same thing if she weren’t into football. He looked at Natalie, “No actually she is doing the summer abroad program. She’s spending her summer with some family in Italy. She’s supposed to send me a post card from each place she visits along with a few other goodies. She’s supposed to call dad every Wednesday night until she comes home.” Steph was curious why he seemed nonchalant about the fact. In her small room, the oak creaked and groaned as Henry forced his rigid cock into the maid’s succulent cunt as he held her face down over the end of the bed. Deeper he plunged until the neck of his organ slapped wetly against the petals of her orifice which clung eagerly to his girth as if trying to capture its thrust and never let go. The pleasure washed over them in warm wafts as the heat of their fucking grew steadily to a crescendo that had them both grunting and crying out loud. The room. “Damn Ed! Look at this monster! And you are only 17years old! Oh mmy God I’ve never seen one this huge!“Jesus Mrs Andrewa what the hell are you doing? You’re fucking married and you’re one of my best friends mom!”“I know! But this is just too muhc for me! Mr Andrews doesnt fuck me for years and I need a cock! And seeing a young hot boy like you and Franks friends drives me crazy! And now seeing the huge black cock of yours…”“Damn what.