She watched as he worked around the pool. His shirtless black skin sun as sweat began to cover him. He couldn't be more than 19, the body of a natural... athlete. A moistness appeared between her legs as she envisioned the awesome member confined in his short red trunks. Lisa reached under her skirt and into her panties, slowing rubbing her clit. Sighing softly as she imaged that hard black cock buried inside her. After a few minutes she let out a final gasp. Even though her husband would kill her. Elyse came into the kitchen with the Sunday paper that she’d retrieved from the front porch. She handed it to me and I took the front section and the comics, as I usually did and then others took sections to read. Elyse started making breakfast for herself and Eduardo who walked in a moment later.“What’s the deal with the newspapers shoved into the cowboy boots by the door?” Elyse wondered.“Well, it IS cold walking outside and it helps insulate my feet,” Jorge answered.The girls kind of stared. When she posed with her legs spread I got a wonderful view of her glistening pussy lips- she was very wet and excited judging by the wetness, and her very hard nipples.“Hey Scott ... Can your assistant come and join me in some posing?” she asked cheekily.They had a short discussion, completely ignoring me, and not asking my opinion. She offered him more money to keep taking photos.He turned to me saying “Are you interested?”“Fuck yeh” I blurted out excitedly.I made my way to in front of the. Fermin, their driver, had gone into town first thing that morning to pick up a couple of dozen at the French bakery."Here you are, Mrs. D." Thanks, Maria."Persephone's mom took a croissant, inspected it, and took a bite and chewed, slowly and thoughtfully, a little smile around her eyes."I love croissants."I looked at Persephone, who was watching her mother and smiling."OK, Mom, no need to have an orgasm over your breakfast."I sputtered and spit coffee.Mrs. D put down the croissant and made a.