Franklin Wood taking care of Cassie

On the way home Harold sat quietly unconcerned by his wife’s cheerful chattering. The stroke had done a real number on him. He was unable to talk and he could barely control his arms. The doctors had said that it would take months to recover. It was that disgusting lecherous nigger’s fault thought Harold.

“Oh darling our new neighbors were such a big help this past week. I guess Mr. Wood felt obliged since you had the stroke in his house. He has been looking after Cassie when I’m not home. He is there now.” His wife’s words horrified Harold. He had every right to. Although the first couple of days after Harold’s stroke Franklin was a bit freaked out he got over it soon enough. By now he had fucked the obedient blonde teen in every room of her house except for her parents’ bedroom. As Mr. and Mrs. White were nearing their house Cassie was on her knees in the living room struggling to swallow Franklin’s load. After she finished cleaning his gleaming onyx spear he patted her blonde head, buttoned up his pants and got out to meet his little slut’s parents.

“Oh here he is.” Sharon said seeing Franklin approach. “Such a sweet man and to think you were afraid of them moving in the neighborhood.” Harold could only glare and growl at his simpering wife. Suppressing a grin Franklin picked up the weakly struggling sick white middle-aged man and carried him inside.

“Franklin I have one more favor to ask you today.” Sharon smiled warmly at the big black man without noticing how his eyes leered at the generous cleavage her unbuttoned up blouse displayed. “Would you put my husband in the master bedroom? And would you stay another hour? I need to go and buy some things.”

“Sure thing Sharon, me and little Cassie here will take real good care of old Harold.” He winked at the blushing Cassie and licked his thick lips in anticipation. Sharon remained oblivious to the little exchange but an increasingly alarmed Harold didn’t. “Are you going alone?”

“No, Rodney offered to accompany me. He is such a fine young gentleman.” She accompanied the broad shouldered black man upstairs where he put her ailing husband on the one side of their big marital bed.

“He has learned everything about how to treat a lady from his old man.” He told her on the way back down. “Tell him to make me proud.”

“I’m sure he will.” Sharon walked out towards the car where Rodney was already waiting for her and left Franklin and Cassie with Harold.