Kenny sat on one end of a long bench and waited. It wasn't long before the woman appeared through the door. He got his first real look at the woman.Sh...e was much older than his 18 years but not old as life went. The bare bulb of the overhead light showed her silhouette through the loose cotton dress she wore. She had a curvy figure, one that might be called dowdy by some people. Her face was scarred by some disease from her past. To Kenny - inexperienced in the ways of females - she was a vision. My pants twitched, and brushing her soft, red-tinged cheek I felt a surge of adrenaline. "Could you, ahh..." I said, gesturing towards my crotch. She chuckled. "Sure, okay." You're such a sweetheart." Stepping in front of her, I took her hand and rubbed it over my hardness. "You want to suck that, baby?" She tittered, blushing just a little (coy thing.) Whipping my slacks and shorts down to unleash my meat-pole, I guided Veronica's ruby-lips to it's tip. She sucked at the bulb, cheeks. Every now and then, while watching a show on television, I'd groan at the appearance of a hottie and openly run my hands over my penis and testicles. On one occasion, a woman appeared in a g-string and I muttered an "Oh my God!" and cupped myself more overtly than ever before way down near my balls. This thickened my penis and pointed it, fat and semi-erect, toward my mother. She giggled and, never taking her eyes away from my slow squeezes, said she was going to tell Carla that I was being. Shrika had seen her bloatedness, but like other servants he was no exception.In the shade Fatima finished her daily inspection of her stomach. She sensed Shabbir Hussein would do everything in his power to support her. After dumping some rice into the pot, she heard a loud knock. She expected Shamima. The sun blinded her for a moment. She encountered this towering figure under a halo of sunshine.“Are you Fatima?” he asked.“Who wants to know?”“My name is Abbas.”“I don’t know any Abbas.”“Yes,.