I like it. In fact I love it, well, most of it. It makes me feel good, it’s something I’m good at, I’ve made some really great friends, and I wa...t to keep doing it.”“That’s just great, Jenna.” His sarcasm wasn’t lost on me. “You’ve made new friends. And are you screwing these new friends?” My mom put her hand to her mouth at the suggestion of ‘screwing’. Neither of them had ever used that word in front of me, either. “Answer me!” Daddy shouted.My hands trembled slightly. I didn’t know what to. When he gets up he pulls up his pants and makes a move towards her. Connor's head turns and the guy stops. Curses loud enough that Diana can actually hear them and runs off.Everyone at the fence tenses. Everyone looking around at each other. The moment passes as turns back to the fence. Everyone else follow suit. Another of the guys pulling up his pants and leaving.Diana is thrilled when Connor leans back a little. That is a good cock he has got. Fits that big body just perfectly. Ripples of. "I'm that age." Especially single women can't decide what they want," he amended his comment.She hugged him and they kissed with no regard for my presence. I went upstairs to my room without finding out why Ed had gone with Stew to look at building sites.Over the next few days I took two of Beverly's telephone calls and Jen helped me dodge the other two by saying I was out, lying really. Heavy rains forced us to take Tuesday off and since Jen was at work, I was forced to take Beverly's. I would often have her select an adult move to play for visual and audio ambiance as we fucked. When I decided to record the evenings events I would lay out the clothing I wanted to see her in, then she would happily pose for me, and follow my instructions. I’d have her look into my eyes or at the camera as she climaxed, announcing her orgasm, or if she chose not to, I would spank her bare ass. (She knew the house rules ;) Of course her ass never turned bright red like the white girls I’ve.