Case in point, it was when I was taking my usual detour from the riverside to my big-for-New-Orleans but objectively tiny Royal Street apartment tht I...met Leyla. I should say, I spied her. I’ve always had a thing for redheads and my god was she a specimen. Hair the color of the sun the morning before a storm, skin like milk and tits that looked like they could feed an army of starving c***dren. Best of all, she was sitting in a just-above-her-knees floral print dress that could be mistaken for. She ran the bakery that I worked at after school and on Saturday. This was Sunday though and the bakery was closed. I had been invited to spend the day with her and her daughters in their swimming pool. Her husband was out of town on business and she wanted the company.I was sixteen at the time and her daughters Melody and Christy were fourteen and thirteen years old respectively. Ginger was thirty-four years old and a very pretty lady.When I arrived we sat in the living room talking. Melody. The first college team from George Washington University passed us.Their Cox yelled out, "You kids had better hurry up, or you'll miss your start time."Sue looked at her watch, and then over at the side of their boat. She yelled, "You guys probably couldn't make it all the way across the Delaware. George Washington would be disappointed if you were the crew assigned to his raid on the British. You'll be early to the start, and late to finish." We'll pass you before the half way point." And if. Her backside was completely exposed to my sight, her long red hair covered her shoulder and back.I suppose that's why I lowered my view a bit and looked at my moms exposed apple-shaped butt, it was moving slowly up. Suddenly I noticed a massive cylindrical thing that was appearing beneath my mom's wide butt cheeks, but it started to disappear immediately when mom's butt was moving down again.Then her butt moved up once again and I saw this dark tube emerge between her cheeks, it looked like it.