The blankets fell around her, their prison warped.Cynthia grumbled. Her steps were angry marching through the door. The shadows hid in fear as the han...ing chandelier roared to life in a blinding haze. The lace of her conservative black dress swept toward Marcella menacingly. It saddled her neck with a folded white collar and pinned auburn buttons down the sable column guarding her body. Given a headdress, one might have mistaken her for a nun.“It’s late Marcy” She said. The stack of letters in. “Aren't you supposed to be away at school?”“I still live at home and go to MLK Jr. College. It was so hot today. Emily and I decided to go swimming.” “At one a.m.?”“We've been swimming here for a long time. This house has not had a renter in ages.”I looked at her and she had this coy little smile on her cute face. I could see she was no longer looking at my face. I looked downward to see my erect phallus pointing straight at her dancing up and down with the beating of my heart.Xiu's eyes danced. If I said the wrong thing I feared that she might punch me, ‘You WERE injured. I just…didn’t want to see you hurt.’ Her eyes were now glassy. She smiled, ‘I understand.’ She told me. She hesitated, but slowly reached up and hugged me. I couldn’t breathe. She felt so good. In response, I slowly wrapped my arms around her. The hug may have lasted too long, but I don’t think either one of us noticed. Her face was dug into my shoulder, mine into her hair. My fingers spread apart along her back,. His finger slid in easily all the way. You have got the most beautiful ass I have ever seen. He said as he worked a second finger in with the first. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. She purred as he worked his fingers more vigorously into her hot ass. She could feel her clit responding to the perverse pleasure of someone other than herself working her tight back opening. Oh Bob, it feels so hot. She moaned as he worked a third finger in. Bobs cock was rapidly gaining its strength once again. Oh shit yes, finger.