She was wearing a tasteful, modest dress, and looking like Hollywood's image of a proper young lady in movies made during the 1930's and 1940's."I am ...orry," was all she could say."Do you have any explanation?" I asked."There have been events in my personal life..." she began, "but I agree that they should not have affected my behavior here." They certainly should not have. Because of the troubling economic times I have been forced to make some rather difficult decisions about who to keep on. Upon entering the family room portion of the house becky turned back to Hakeem and told him that she wanted him to fuck her right then on the family room floor. She told him that Bob would be getting home soon from work and she wanted him to walk in and see her with their baby's daddy cock buried deep inside of her. Over taken by a sense of entitlement and power to this beautiful specimen of a woman, Hakeem reached out, put his arm around becky's waist and pulled her to him in a passionate. ..never knew i could get so turned on watching a motherfucker.. cut some grass...six foot tall ,lightskinned and played ball ....muscles so big that compared to him i looked so small...brother had this nice little hair cut that was infused with deep waves ...his ass was so fat that if he turned a corner it would follow in a couple of days...his eyes were beautiful they made me want to cry ...the day that motherfucker told me he didn't want a relationship after fucking for a year ...i wanted to. I started by feeling up her tits with mom asking me if I liked the feel of Aunt Shellies little tits, with the emphasis on "little" Obviously moms breasts were huge compared to Shellies little ones, but that is only because mom has massive pendulous boobs, I was now beginning to realize just how proud my mother was of her breasts. I stood behind Aunt Shellie and massaged her breasts with my mom watching. I could see my mother intently staring at what I was doing as I worked my hands underneath.