In fact, her great grandfather was a plantation and slave owner. Elaine knew that her mother was proud of her heritage but that she was still somewhat... embarrassed by the legacy of racism. She also knew that she wasn't a racist. Yet, she had never seen any indication that her mother had a "thing" for black men. Since her father died, several years ago, Sandra had rarely dated. She spent much of her time working for charities and watching the two boys... which she loved to do. In fact, she had. My eyes were transfixed on her rounded firm ass, her softly curved hips, her tapered waist, and her pert breasts and then the dress was pulled down. Anne turned her neck while reaching back to zip her dress and I could swear she glimpsed me gawking through the crack. Was that a smirk on her face? When Anne emerged, she looked stunning. Her dress was tight on the top, with a deep V-neck showing off her bust line. The dress cinched just below her bust with a black elastic band. Below the elastic. I never was able to explain myself with spoken words; I would write it out better.After my first class I saw her in the hall with a group. A girl touched her shoulder and indicated me as I approached. She turned slowly, looked at me nonplussed and I handed her the folded paper, “Please?, I’m sorry.” I walked on and didn’t look back. I don’t know why I said “sorry” but that was just me. I was always apologizing for something to everyone since I was marked as a dud.Mrs. Chee was really funny that. Is he there I asked ? She said yes he is watching us fuck. Why I asked? She said Keith had been bragging about fucking a married woman to him and he wanted to see for himself. Are you going to fuck him too I asked? She said I might , he's good looking and I came see a nice sized lump in his jeans. I said why don't you invite him to use your ass while Keith is fucking your pussy. She said oh that sounds nasty , I said lay the phone down so I can listen to you. She didn't answer but I heard the.