Harriet had often seen him carrying baskets of washed clothes, sorting dishes and cooking.And the times they had their neighbors over, Jim had always ...elped her out in the kitchen whilst Paul and Nancy sat at the table.To Harriet, Jim was the perfect gentleman. And now she was sure that Nancy was cheating on him. The fact that the man she had seen her with had been black shouldn't have mattered, but in the back of her mind, it made it seem even worse.Harriet had in fact thought about telling. It got heavier and heavier, graduating from tiny dimples in the sand to an overall marshy greyness. Finally, there was no choice and Ginny was the very last person on the beach to collect her towel and wicker bag, her novel shoved hastily to the bottom, and run towards the nearest approximation to shelter.Only, she wasn't the last one after all.Just when she'd ducked under the low-roofed shelter, pulled her knees up to her chin, bag to one side, another pair of bare feet splattered through the. ”“Do you know any nice boys you could introduce her to?”“I don’t think that’s how it works these days,” I said, trying not to smile.“I suppose not,” she sighed.Hannah straggled into the kitchen. She looked rough. There were dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was straight but obviously hadn’t been brushed with the loving care she usually bestowed on it. She did a fair imitation of a zombie walk. Mom turned around and looked at her.“Hannah,” she said, gently. “Getting your heart broken is no. Actually i made her to think like that. It was 12:10 am on my mobile. She was sleeping next to me, face turned on the other side and her petticoat and saree had reached upto her thighs. It was very dark. I had one small torch. I switched it on and observed her back side. Her smooth thighs appearing milky. I inserted my torch into her petticoat to see her ass. She wasn’t wearing panty, maybe due to hot. In the torch light, It could see her asscrack and hairy pussy sandwiched between her plumpy.