Paula was not a small woman. Paula was the last person I wanted walking in on my jerking off. Her hazy blue eyes looked shocked but distant, no doubt ... result of the medication she was always on for her back problems. Her thin blonde hair fell down the side of her chubby, wrinkled face in waves and stopped at her shoulders. Her full lips were parted in shock, displaying her small tongue. She was wearing a thin white nightgown that showed more of her wrinkled, saggy DD breasts than I wanted to. "Quit your whining Arthur, Brand is but your age and he hasn't the shame to ask of stopping." Came another response, an older voice but not so old as to be mistaken for Jarvins barely managed to reach the teenagers ears through the howling of Skree's winds. He was a man of the south given his ebony appearance, he was a rather short but stocky man, well built for his size and with peculiar pale markings and tattoo's that adorned his face and perhaps the rest of his body if it wasn't currently. Neither of us was moving very much at all I had one hand on her breast playing with her nipples she was kissing me passionately and just lifting her bum in the air slowly knowing full well the head of my cock was starting to sink a little deeper each time into her pussy as I pushed up onto my auntie‘s pussy she shoved down onto me . This was not just fucking we was making love at this point and she opened her legs a little more to let my cock go deeper into a pussy I could feel my auntie. Kelly kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't fall in. Her eyes kept wandering down his chest and she forced them back up to his face. Staring at the chest of an eighteen year old black man wasn't proper for a thirty year old, white married woman.Ike took more pictures with the remote as he tried to net his shirt. Hopefully, she was staring at him as he snapped the shots. If he had set up the cameras right, it would look like he was the pool boy and she was the mistress of the house planning.