Brad couldn't see what I was doing under mom's dress. I had a thumb on her clit and slid two fingers past her panties and they were now inside her dam... pussy as I moved them around. Mom was sitting up now watching Brad talk. I think she was just checking his facial expressions to see if he had noticed what was happening. When Brad stopped I asked him some details about the event like I needed more information before I could make a decision but that wasn't the reason for my questions. I just. For the moment she's got nowhere to live so until she find's a place, she's going to stay here and she'll keep tabs on you. She still owns her half of the cottage from when we inherited it from your grandma. Anyway, she's got a month's leave owing to her so she'll here all during the holidays. That means you'll have to share a room until she's fixed up or we can fix an extension to the cottage. Things are going to be tough for a while." "What!" howled Wendy, "Share my room with Robert?. I always found a nice buzz could keep me going. Puff, puff swallow and I was ready to go.With basket, detergent and coins in hand I was ready to go. Wearing only an extra-large hoody, panties and flip flops I began my journey down the broken sidewalk winding my way between the dilapidated buildings that had yet to be renovated. The lighting was poor to nonexistent but the beacon from the laundry room guided me toward my destination.Other than a young Black teen passing me on the sidewalk there. But I’m a fancy, meanin’ I’s yella cuz my pa was my ole Massa, so dis here Massa keeps me round for his “musemint” is wut he be callin’ it. I call it hell. See, Adam don’t love me cause I’m half white, he love me cuz I got . . . wut he call it . . . a regal air ‘bout me. I taint positive wut dat means fo’ sho’ but he say dat I be a queen where he from, a real live queen wit a crown ‘n all. Massa say not to beat me. I was hopin’ to get da whip cuzin I know da pain of da beatin’ be ova in a.