She stopped and turned and he ran blindly into her belly, since he was shorter than she was and a step or two below. He let out a grunt of surprise and she knew he had had his eyes so riveted on the crack of her ass that he was blind.
She held his smooth young face against her naked belly, feeling his panting breath blow in her black tangle of cunt hair. Somehow, it cleared her head.
She took the tool box from his young hand and set it down along the stair rail. She patted the boy's head. "Just a few steps, Roy, dear," she whispered. "Don't worry. Everything's fixed for you. Believe me!"
When she went into the bedroom, holding the boy's narrow shoulders in the curve of her arm, she went and sat on the bed. She had him between her thighs and her heart was pounding, but she was under cont
