What did she mean give her some pointers? Was she offering to teach her how to masturbate? Her racing thoughts were cut short by Heather giggling, “...Awe, you’re blushing, are you embarrassed to get help from your mother?” Jayla shook her head, “N-No, I just.. Wasn’t expecting you to say that. I... I think I could use some help, thank you.” Heather smiled, “Of course sweetie,” she said, the hand which had been resting on Jayla’s lap moved, rubbing her leg comfortingly, partially for Jayla’s sake,. His wife was in the shower as he texted his coworker Parris.Parris Lawrence was the human resources admin at the Trudexo Steel facility. He stood five-feet-three-inches tall and weighed a cool one-hundred-forty-six-pounds. He was a thick little thing with a juicy tail and sizable boi-titties all contained in a smooth dark chocolate frame. His hair was cut short, but the top was texturized. He always wore lip gloss. Most of the niggas at work had wanted to bend his juicy ass over. And many of. It sounded like he was placing something underneath me. He frequently would poke a few fingers up through the hole and finger my pussy with a cold, greasy fluid - I assumed it was similar to before and he was lubing me up for the events to come. To my surprise I heard him walk away without anything penetrating my pussy, so I thought I was possibly mistaken as to what he had been doing. Back to the closet he went, this time coming back around with my worst nightmare. Again, in front of me was. “Was this going to be a routine thing every day?” I thought to myself. Around lunchtime I headed for the kitchen and as I passed Samantha’s room I could hear them going at it again. I made myself a snack witch got a glass of milk and went to the living room. Only a few minutes later the two lovebirds entered the living room, again I could spot that Samantha wasn’t wearing a bra under the tank top she had on. We made some small talk once again until Devon left a while later. This was like déjà.