"Miz H-- in her room. Don' know where dat Lotty is. She ain't home much since the ole man died." Martha looked at me with a quizzical eyebrow."Wait he...e. Martha'll get you something to drink," I told Mercy and then galloped up the back stairs. Missy was all in black and admiring herself in her long, French mirror, fluffing out her cream-colored lace. I stepped behind her and held her by the breasts, kissing her neck.She looked at me in the mirror. "Black becomes me, don't you think?" she said.. “Use your mouth, bitch, not your hands” Paul ordered me, as Ana started to feel his long fingers deep in her slippery wet cunt.I started to lick just his knob… it was really very thick. I was surprised at the texture of that soft skin…I could hear Anita’s moans and cries as Paul played with his fingers deep in her reddish clit and her wet soaking vagina.I stopped licking and opened my lips wide to put his cock in my mouth. He was obviously enjoying that sucking...but what shocked me even more. You don't know im behind you but i let you know by running my finger down your spine very slowly.I then whisper into your ear "need a hand?" and let my hands slowly work down your body.I move your hair to one side and start to kiss your neck slowly and work my way down to your shoulder. You turn around and look me in the eye and say "I want more then a hand" as you lean forward and press your lips against mine. You unhook your bra and let it drop as i lean in to press my lips against yours. The white mid-thigh skirt hung in pleats and seemed to emphasise her high tight buttocks as, like her breasts the pleats rippled and swung as she moved. In addition she was wearing dark green stockings and high heel shoes – normally mother was a low heel lady."What do you think?" she asked anxiously.I thought, "My God, no wonder I got into her womb before they were married, but I said, "You look terrific mum, se... lovely." You really think so?" Yes...yes I do," I reassured her."Not too old.