.. provided no one noticed.As a 50 something bloke, I did feel a little off lusting after this luscious beauty, but a grown woman is a grown woman.And...Emma was grown.Often she would pop out into the garden while I was there, offering a cold drink on hot days, dressed in very small, very tight denim shorts and a vest top. Her dainty feet bare, the toes nails a lovely shade of pale blue.The day in question was hot; very hot. I pulled my shirt off over my head, the sweat beading on my hairy chest. The throb of her skin inflamed her that much more. If she expected him to stop then, she was mistaken. His hand fell in a steady pattern, covering the exposed surface of ass with even smacks. She buried her face in the bed to stifle her cries that bled into moans as he peppered her from cheek, to rosebud, to cunt. When he stopped, she just managed to keep her position. “I think you just wanted that ass burning hot before I fucked it, didn’t you, little slut.” He chuckled, pulling her back so. Her highest priority was to her daughter, she had to make sure her daughter did not go hungry. “Yes, yes, I’ll do it”Jeb Clinton was pleased, he had expected tears and delays and more tears; but he had expected she would eventually agree, instead she had weighed the options, found none and decided “Excellent, I will ask Mrs Danvers to visit. You know her?” She did, Mrs Danvers was a stalwart of the Baptists “She adjusts dresses or makes new ones. Let me ask her to make you a new one”“Will I not. . ., you know?'Kwame laughingly said, 'Big what, black men have big what?''Cocks,' she shouted. 'Is it true all black men have big cocks?'''Never had any complaints,' said Manny. 'Nor me,' said Kwame.They had now pulled her skirt up and could see her panties. One of their hands started rubbing the outside of her panties and could feel how wet and hot her pussy was. Laura still had her eyes closed as she enjoyed this gentle rubbing of her pussy. Then Kwame started undoing the buttons of her.