Jefferson had lived a hard life. She was born and grew up in the Jim Crow South. She and her second cousin escaped to the north when they were in thei... teens, eventually got married and bought their two-bedroom bungalow in 1941. She'd been living there ever since. Her husband, Calvin was conscripted as a ship's porter and went down with the rest of the crew after their ship was torpedoed by a U-boat in the North Atlantic. They never had children.She worked most of her adult life as a maid and a. The man reached into his shorts, grimaced, and then with a tearing sound he pulled out a leather sack about the size of a softball. Westphal's eyes widened and he started breathing again.The man closed up his pants and said "Here's the message: anybody from the press finds out that Amanda Westphal and her wetback maid are cleaning out each others muffs, and you're gonna have an unfortunate accident involving a lotta broken kneecaps and elbows. Got it?" Got it."The man tossed the sack at the. Finally, Holly came out, and with a hug and kiss for each of us, Linda and I went to bed. We kissed and caressed each other for a bit, but it had been a long flight and day, and soon we were both drifting off to sleep.The next morning we had breakfast at the restaurant in the hotel, and Ginger was waiting for us in the lobby. The same Towncar drove us to the convention center, and we said we would not need her until after 10, if at all. She said she would be somewhere on the floor, and she and. Slowly I rubbed her nipples as I smiled at her.Noticing the look of pleasure on her face I pulled my cock out of her nearly all the way and sliding it back deep and gentle into her tight hole. She grabbed hold of my arms as I was gently fucking her arse. She licked her lips as she allowed a little moan to escape her lips. I kissed her passionately as I slowly built up my rhythm and tempo. I groaned loving how tight her arse was around my cock. She started to rock her hips thrusting to meet my.