Often stripped to the waist under the hot sun they work tirelessly while being closely watched by Karen. Another more surreptitious watcher is her mot...er Izzy. She lounges on the patio sunning herself and hiding her eyes behind large dark glasses. She gazes at the two fine specimens of youth as they toil away in her yard. Often she sneaks a hand under the newspaper she keeps folded in her lap and parting her legs slightly, she strokes her mound through her cut off jeans. Izzy dreams about. In all her life, she’d never been so enslaved by pleasure. She wanted this act of mating to go on forever.“Okay.” Roy watched Amanda’s face in the mirror. He could see the ecstasy and the loss of control etched on her pretty features. “Now say this ... instead. ‘I praise ... ah ... my son’s dick. I need no heaven ... but what Roy ... provides my pussy. Thank you ... Jesus.’”“No.” Amanda shook her head. “Ooooohhhhhhhhh.” Her vagina spasmed on his penis. She was rocked by the most intense orgasm. White, European decent. I always picture her in a sports bra and leggings. Had a fairly good childhood, the normal amount of anxiety and insecurity. Classically Beautiful. Not aware of how attractive she is. Hung out with the popular kids but never really liked them. She is fit and runs. A lot. This has hurt her grades because she never really studied. About 5’6. Never had sex, though she once gave a boyfriend a hand job. She masturbates on occasion but has been raised to believe it is morally. I actually preferred women who didn’t appear like they needed a ton of high maintenance, and she fit that profile perfectly. Not a lot of make-up, but just enough so that it highlighted her natural features and drew you to them, like those amazing emerald eyes! Her blond hair had one of those spiral perms to it and lightly brushed her round shoulders whenever she turned her head, which she had just done and caught me checking out her nicely shaped ass again. I quickly asked her if she was.