" That's good, Kay, but how's Laurel? I was really worried about her last night, too."I could hear the distress in her voice as she answered. "She's d...ing a lot better this morning, but the doctor wants to keep her for another day, just to make sure. You can tell she's in denial over this, still feels like we can't possibly stand her for what she's done. I've been trying to reason with her, but it feels like I'm not getting anywhere."I felt, for an instant, that same dark hopelessness. Jenna!. The moment passed but he left her office with his heart beating like a jackhammer in his chest.From then on their conversations changed, the focus was more on her partner, how his work kept him away from home until late in the evenings, the tights became stockings and when she swivelled her office chair to talk to him sideways on, she would often draw her leg up a little to show that her tights had now gone in favour of stockings and...Was that a scent of perfume?The dynamic of their. Then I went back to the hall and sat with her son watching tv while she served the dinner on the table. Then after a short while she called us both to the table and served us. Everytime she had to serve her son she would stand next to me and then bend towards him rubbing her ass against me and also giving me a very great chance of grabbing her tits. Then she asked us to finish soon since she wanted to go to the nearby market. I wondered why would she need to go to the market at this hour… then. Soon she arched her back and moaned. “Yes miss that is right, cum for me, get nice and wet” he whispered.“What is your name” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “Arnie. My name is Arnie and you are Sandra” he again whispered. “How do you know my name” she said, sounding surprised. “Now don’t talk my darling.” he said and slowly covered her body with his. Sandra had seen videos and heard storied about black men and how hung they were. Now she was about to get first-hand experience..