She threw her head back and allowed me to kiss up and down her neck and shoulders while my hands explored her body. The softest little moan left her t...roat. My hard pulsing member rubbed against her silky soft skin.She turned around and bent over to twerk her bouncy bum for a few seconds.“You want this booty, don’t you baby?” she said to me with desire in her eyes.“You know I do baby. Are you ready for me?” I managed to purr out.“Well, I am right here.” She bit her lip and smacked her booty. So the dinner and conversation continued and after dinner we all hoped in my truck and went to caught a movie at the theatre. Once the movie was over and we head back to drop the in laws off. My mother in-law suggested if I need a hand at all with painting shed be glad to help. Once we got home the wife suggested it would lbe a good idea for her mother to help, she loves to paint and it would save me a ton of time and shed probably cook dinner for me as well. So the wife called her and asked if. The feeling of just meeting the woman had vanished. That 15 minute walk and talk had formed a bond of friendship in no time.We reached her home. She lived in quite a busy end of the road. Buses and all going past the house. But it was predominantly a white folks area. We went in and I could smell Indian food and I said it smells nice. Why the sandwich. Oh it’s for the son he does not eat Indian. He loathes it. I smiled and said can I get some water. She smiled and said thought you might ask. Underneath her jeans and t-shirt were a shiny black bra and black thong panties."You own a lot of black clothing and lingerie," Marsha commented."Don't you?" No. Mom considers them to whoreish." Such a shame. I bet they would look great on you."Jaz then removed her underwear and took a seat back in her chair."See what you do to me. My nipples are hard," Jaz said softly as she pointed the camera at her breasts."You're not alone," Marsha responded and gave Jaz a look at her nipples."I'm sliding.