He seems to know everything about computers. She said “Hmmm and why you told me that you don’t have a boyfriend?!” I said “I wouldn’t call h...m a boyfriend or a just a friend. We are just neighbors nothing more. But I know the fm*ly very well and if you ask I can make him assist you.” She said to me “We will get to that eventually. You told me that you have a personal computer. Can I use it for research I work on this night only?” I hesitated a little. The night was for me and porn and. Ostensibly there as hostess and gofer, was June – Mom – the sometimes concubine of Gunny or Melody or Vivie as whim and occasion suited. In reality, she was there as an eavesdropper and a consultant, again as the situation suited.It was almost too funny; June had been instructed to chime in whenever she felt she had something to offer, but Bossie had been told to zip it. Inkie asked through Helva, A sheepish Gunny blushed and answered, He waited and Inkie nodded for him to continue. he. But tonight, I didn’t mind it too much.Besides it was mixed with Etta’s loud snoring. She was apparently passed out face down on the bed. She had the large quilted comforter over her head and torso in a messy display.From the waist down, her uncovered ass and legs sat in plain view. She had changed from her earlier industrial strength dark panties and had swapped them out for a pair of lime green undies. These two were pulled deep into her mountainous backside.My fleshy spike of an erection. She would lean forward for deep kisses, then sit back up, grinding and moaning, her dark eyes fixed on me, her mouth twisted into a crazy grin. And boy did she come! Probably three times before I grabbed her hips, pulled her tight down onto me and shot myself into her.The second and third times were almost as intense—with time out to finish our meal, to clean up a little, and to lie lazily together and talk. I don’t think either of us planned it, but by the end of that long afternoon we were.