I hope you'll enjoy your time here." Thank you," Scarlet said wondering how she could possibly enjoy her time there.He looked over her trying to figur... out what kind of clothes he wanted her to wear around the house. She didn't have large breasts, so a see thru shirt wasn't really the best choice. She didn't have breath-taking legs so a short skirt wasn't a good choice. She didn't have the kind of ass he'd kill for, so something tight fitting wasn't really an option. The thing was that the. There is only one road leading into the village and it is a two lane gravel road and not well marked and during the spring it is often under four inches of water runoff from the bayou bordering the lake. The area is a mish-mash of small private farms that were granted out to former slaves by the Federal Government at the end of the Civil War when the large plantations were broken up.As time went on, the blacks were bought out by a combination of intimidation and fear by the by angry southern. "She giggled — was it nervousness? And shuffled over so I could slide into bed and face her laying on my left side.I reached out, and stroked her cheek, gently, combed her hair back with my fingers, and caressed her neat ear. She shivered. I slid my left arm under her neck and drew her to me; we kissed as I stroked her shoulder and arm — she responded by caressing my back.My hand explored her side — caressing her waist and hip; I just love that curve — and found the spot at the top of her. Slurping noisily on Brad's big spit-drenched boner, Jan was thinking how lucky she was to have a handsome teenaged son available for fucking. Like most of the women in this isolated community, she was always having illicit sex with the other women's husbands, but she'd never found any man who could come so close to satisfying her as her son."God, Mom," he whispered, pulling his bloated cock out of her mouth. "I can't wait any longer. I just have to fuck you."Rolling his mother onto her back, he.