As I went in the kitchen, I listened to their talk; Laurence was flirting, and calling my Mum "Babe." which made me squirm and feel jealous. He'd been... rumored to be a pimp and people said he'd turned white student girls to prostitution, way back then.God knows what he was up to these days, but bound to be something shady still. I didn't know if his pimping was true or not, but he was certainly arrogant and sleazy, with his sheepskin jackets, his heavy gold jewelry and his evil-looking little. She was facing the camera, her legs were spread wide and her arms crossed over the back of the chair like a cowboy would sit reversed, so there was nothing but a few loops of wrought iron between her and our eyes.Mike studied the picture then he looked at Cindy. Then he looked at the picture again. Cindy was standing with her arms at her side watching Mike. Mike then told the little girl to sit back down on the box where she had been before. Cindy sat like a perfect lady, knees together, back. He would have given anything to be back there now, but it seemed like he was stuck with this for the time being, so he had no choice but to go along with it.After a short amount of time had passed, there was still no answer at the door from inside the cabin. He wondered if he should let himself in. He didn’t want to intrude onto someone else’s property. The cabin was clearly lived in by someone, the flowerbed was neat and well kept and that surely meant that somebody must have been maintaining. The touch of his fingers was driving her crazy, the passion building inside her. She held her breath when she felt him pull the gusset of her panties to one side. Julie felt the coolness of the air on her exposed kitty. He had only one hand free, so she dutifully held the panties to one side to allow him to do to her whatever he wanted. She sat up so she could see everything. Julie whimpered when he began to squeeze and caress her lips. His touch was tender and light, but the fire he generated.