Her hand squeezed mine. “R-really, Miss Woodward.”“Becky,” I told her. “I fucked your step-mom, so you can call me Becky.” I pulled her cl...ser, loving the way she blushed. “Besides, I’m about to fuck you, too.”“Lord, thank you for this,” breathed Scarlett. She clutched at her crucifix. Faith did strange things to people, but I didn’t judge.Well, maybe I would judge that weird cult in Kansas who worshiped me as their goddess. To my horror, they had grown in size in the last decade. They had. She made the most of looks which depended on her brilliantly sun tanned skin contrasting with her fair, blondish hair, which she wore down to her shoulders.She had long well formed legs, it seemed from the tight fitting white cotton slacks she wore, and a very good, firm and well formed arse. As I looked again at her creamy silk blouse, which now had a number of buttons undone, I could see an exquisite cleavage and obviously good size tits. As I looked even more closely at her blouse it was. I gave one to Jimmy because he deserves it. I don't give a damn if you like it or not. I have the money and the way they play, they both deserve an instrument they can pass down in the years to come. They will pay me back ten times over when they play together. Jimmy has adopted Sandra and she him. I didn't have a say in it, but I am a parent now with Sandra, and now Jimmy, and as a parent I will buy my kids what I want to, when I want. Doris, you are his aunt but he is my adopted son now, so. At least when you thought when I left you like this. I usually put an umbrella for shade to avoid the risk of sunburn. At times you could hear people walking in the woods on the other side of the fence and often wondered what their reaction would be if they happened to discover you.It was a Saturday afternoon and you froze when you heard laughter coming from the neighbour's garden. I had been gone and silent for about half an hour so you were relaxed but convinced you were alone. I was in the.