Wow that was a great scene. From that day onwards i regularly went near to her asking were she requires any help, and stay close. I started helping he... in all the house matters, and she also started accompanying me where she went…. We sat next to each other in the bus and my penis started troubling me, i could not sit in one position and was continously changing my posture, i think she realized that but i did not look at her, when we were about to cross the road, i caught hold of her hand. But. He was still shirtless and wore blue jeans with brown leather cowboy boots, his short black hair was disheveled because he always wore that hat. I had never looked at him properly, nor talked to him, maybe it was mom's insistence that we shouldn't mingle with the help. "You know!" He interrupted my train of thought. "I don't think I've ever seen your mom cook before, every meal is something she unfreezes or something Ms. Lopez cooks." "No, she hates cooking, she says she just gets dirty.". She slid back and pushed Hoot’s cock head down until it was at her pussy lips and then moved sensually back and forth against him as she let the large smooth head rub her wet lips open then close.This went on and on as she tortured herself with pleasure with his swollen cock as she let it slip past her pussy and slip under her one time and over to scrape her clitty as it went by.Ruby looked up at Hoot and told him she wanted to turn around and sit on him the other way now and he helped her to. “Why do we have to live like this? We didn’t ask to be born different”I changed my mind also; the cycle of violence had to stop somewhere. “Holly, call the cops”“I will” she began“Get off me you fucking fag” came from beneath me. I punched him hard enough for him to see stars and then pulled him up and pinned him on the bed where I planned to hold him until the cops got there.“I just need to do one thing”Holly said as she crossed the room pumping her cock in her hand. I just watched and held.