Meri mummy bhi thodi der pehle yahi keh rahi thi ki unhone papa ke alaava kisi se sex nhi kiya, par yeh baton ki maar gaand par lene ke baad sach boli... ki mera dost isse mere pichhe se chodta hai. Ab dekhte hain aap kya sach bataati ho.Yeh kehkar raju ne mummy ki nangi gaand par zor zor se baton ki maar dena shuru kar di. Har strike par mummy kaanp jaati aur unki cheekh aur gaand par padne ki aawaaz pure maahaul mein gunj rahi thi. Mummy- beta bas kar, tu jaise chaahe mujhe chod le par mujhpar. Thanks...” Megan replied with a gasp, taking the offered seat. The woman’s Doberman and I gave each other wary looks, exchanging tentative sniffs in a tense standoff. Combat averted, we both sat down to enjoy the goings-on around us.The Doberman turned his gaze towards Megan, his eyes travelling up her smooth, tanned legs. “So... you hittin’ it?” he inquired.“Excuse me?” I replied in confusion. He gave a nod of his furry head toward Megan. “You tappin’ that? You know, playing bury the doggy. " Alice would have sworn the two women orgasmed slightly at his expression of approval.When her eyed uncrossed, Annie looked to her two "nieces." "Mary Lou and Angie Mae, could you hep Clem out back fer a spell; Your Aunt Jennie and me needs to talk to Miz Alice."Hearing this backwoods diction come out of the mouth of a woman with two masters degrees astounded Alice. Clem beamed as the two girls jumped up and skipped over to their brother's chair. "Sure'uf, Aunt Annie, we'll help Clem REAL. At fifty, Linda was old, fat, and happy with life. She had shed her hang-ups with husband number two, and was at peace with who she was. She had grown up a black woman in an age when discrimination was still not only acceptable, but just becoming illegal. She got by on hard work, and a good laugh, able to pick herself up and laugh when life knocked her down. Looking at the fine piece of white meat sweating and grinding away on the benches, she looked at the camel toe so clearly visible in the.