Young British mother allows herself to be used in her own home for cas

I tower over her small frame. My name is Tom and I was raised by my dad who swore by the words, “The races aren't supposed to be mixed”. Don't get me wrong, Dad wasn't racist in the least, he never preached hate. But he believed there were too many differences in our races to ever support a mixed relationship. I believed him to be a Separatist after I understood that word. I eventually learned that Ada was different, she changed my whole thought process. She was so friendly and open to me, despite our differences. She taught me how we could be different and still want some of the same things. She truly opened my eyes to acceptance. But that first day while I watched her walking along my fence line. Ada dropped her book bag, and her papers and books scattered about the sidewalk. She knelt just in front of my gate in front of my residency. I walked up and I noticed her face showing signs of crying, the moisture making her mascara indian run. Quickly shutting the lawnmower down, I walked over and knelt down to help her. Kneeling down next to her and helping to corral the blowing sheets of paper. She looked at me just as I noticed her legs spread and the crotch of her panties in full view. Embarrassed, I turned back to the ground, but I think I caught her smiling. The sight of the white cotton gusset straining to contain her puffy dark chocolate pussy lips immediately caused a reaction in my pants. I couldn't contain myself from smiling as my tongue licked my lips. As I stole glimpses of her modesty I realized she was using my thigh to steady herself. I also realized her fingers were massaging close to where my cock was straining down the leg of my jeans. It was electric, the chemistry between us. As we finished picking up her school work, I grasped her arm and helped her to her feet. Ada continued staring at the bulge in my jeans. It was almost like an invitation to me, to get better acquainted with her. So, I invited her in through the gate and up to upskirt sit on my porch swing to talk about what had upset her. Sitting down mature next to me, she leaned in dropping her face against my chest as the tears started flowing more freely. Ada kept blubbering a male name but all I could feel was, how her hand had dropped onto my thigh and her pinkie and ring finger were resting on the head of my now hardening cock. I kept whispering amateur to myself under my breath, "Please, Keep yourself under control." I'm thinking that whoever had hurt her was a complete idiot. But the only thing I could actually pay attention to was, the incredible cock massage I was receiving. I don't even know if she knew what she was doing but it was driving me crazy. I could feel the precum dripping onto my leg and wondered if she would notice a wet spot in my jeans. There was no sign of her stopping so I pulled her tight to me and my hands grabbed her around the small of her back. My hot breath lingering against her neck, and her warm breath and lips against my chest. The rest a bit longer." "Yeah, guess so." “Of course. Had a great evening and a great night! I didn’t say anything or even acknowledge what she had done. Instead he picked up steam and the young girl rewarded him with ever louder cries. They started telling him he looked like a cockold. “Mmm, yes, yes, yes, you sound so cute when you cum, onee-chan.” the horse flare up inside me as I felt a gallon of cum shoot in my ass. I undid his belt, his slacks clasp and zipper, then pulled his pants and underwear off his hips and down his indian legs. He had to find an update to the software that is running his brain. “Dave seriously, get the fuck mature off of me and stop touching me!” “Hell no” I told both of them, I was drunk but not that drunk. My cheeks burned. With amateur the combination of the sleeping pills the doctor had prescribed and Cam's comforting presence, upskirt she was soon asleep.