“OK by.”I watched her walk to the end of the drive and the bus stop for her. I left a note for Tom to ring if he needed me and left.Each morning F...rn would come over and we would have our naked breakfast with lots of kisses and cuddles and cums. I had a busy few days that I needed to go away for and when I returned Tom asked if I could drop him at the hospital as they wanted to change his plaster for a walking style boot with a rubber foot. We got back just as Fern came home from school. Tom. The tall man looked me over. The best description of it was he looked me over like one looks over a car or a boat they are thinking of buying. His cold, dispassionate eyes traveled from my face down my body and back up. I felt my pride rise up and I met his gaze defiantly.“My name is Jack. Do you speak English?”“Yes.”“Tell me your name and age and something about you in English please.”“I am Andula and I am 14 and a half. My mother died a month ago.”“Very nice English. Tell me Andula, do you. I normally like a bald pussy. However, her flaming red landing strip would have any adolescent boy cumming on first sight. She steps out of them before turning. Bending straight legged to pick them up, her pussy remains hidden. At full bend, she parts her legs. Her bald pussy lips slips through saying ‘hello’. Straightening she folds them and places them with her other discarded clothes.“Stand on that table. Now boy,” I am ordered. Just as any naughty schoolboy would do, I step on a chair, then. I could feel that her nipples were already hard underneath her shirt. I continued down her stomach and reached her pussy. I ran my fingers over her vagina, rubbing her through her pants, I intented to keep these panties and wanted her to cum as many times as possible. I heard her start to scream and knew that I did it. I moved my hands around to her ass and started fondling it and squeezing it. I spanked it a few times and heard Aunt Jennifer scream and I knew she was enjoying it. I stood back.