Unke 2 bacche 11th aur 9th class mein hai isliye subah 10 baje se woh gharpe akeli hi rehti hai.Apni vacations se pehle maine aunty ke bete ko board e...ams mein thoda help kiya tha and kyunki uske pas phone nahi tha, woh aunty k number se hi mujhse baat karta tha.Woh number maine save kiya and kuch din baad dekha toh aunty uss number se whatsapp chalati thi. Maine message kiya n smiley k sath unka reply aya. Hum daily chatting karne lage aur maine unhe indirectly hint kar diya k woh kitni sundar. Walked out on the street and headed up to the next block.Strolling along a new Buick passed me and slowed. The driver circled the block and came up beside me, he rolled down the window and asked: “Do you want a ride.”Since that was exactly what I wanted was a ride, said yes and got into the car. The driver pulled away from the curb and headed up the street. The car was brand new, and the driver was quite young. Say maybe eighteen or nineteen to my twenty-three. He was a good looking young. Kimberly was right.That night, Marci emailed Kimberly explaining what had happened. She was so ashamed and shocked that both of her parents were racists. She didn’t know how she could go to school on Monday and face her friends and teachers who would surely know that she had racist parents. Kimberly expressed her condolences and felt sorry for her but said it was better that she knew. She also said since she now knew that her parents were racist that she no longer had a reason to stay with. They had been changing positions every few minutes, partly to avoid the routine sex that they both hated, but also because their bodies were older than they had been and they were sometimes prone to discomfort if they didn’t shift their weight around. When they both came, it had been with Ben standing at the side of their bed with his dick up Amanda’s pussy, while her toes pointed at the ceiling and she urged him on, “Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me… Oh jeez… Oh fuck… Shit, shit, shit….