Until one Sunday when I walked in with my mate John who lived two doors away from the store. John was the person who had been telling me about Karen a...d her boyfriend. I explained to Karen this and then asked her to tell John what I had been doing to her as way of punishment; she was a little embarrassed but told him anyway. I then bent her over and spanked her and slippered her in front of him. I told her that next time it would be on her bare bottom in front of John too.Of course that didn't. It jolted at his touch and sent a tingle up my spine. Dave wrapped his fingers around my boner and gave it a slow wank. On his ass, my fingers had begun probing for its tightness and one of them was sliding inside and pushing against the sphincter.“Push, baby … please!” Dave urged in a coarse, panting tone. My forefinger slipped suddenly past his anal ring, and I started to finger-fuck him gently. We went on for a bit, he stroking my cock, I fingering his ass, until he asked me to take him for. "Grandma, you still have many years left. Don't talk such about dying." Laura Lee said as she followed the old woman out into the living room. She studied the contents of the jar and laughed a little to herself.Sure she was fairly nice looking with her obviously mulatto features. She'd been told she had the same sea green eyes Grandpa Leon had had. There were no pictures of him, she only knew he'd been handsome and of mixed blood when he was younger. Though he'd been born to slaves, it was. Will your husband be joining you later today, Mrs. Sloan?"I was taken aback, but Monica seemed to be expecting the question. "I don't know when if ever, " she said to the clerk. "But just a moment."Then she turned to me, and looked me straight in the eye, and said, "Andrea dear, what do you think? Think carefully now. Will my husband be here this week end, as far as you know?"A strange question. I wish I'd understood what she really meant, because I answered after only a moment, "No, I don't.