Soloman makes Lucy 'more comfortable'

"You there, pretty little blonde girl!" Soloman Sr. calls, pointing a meaty finger at me. "Lucy, isn't?" he asks.

I merely nod, as I try not to look at the thick hose of manflesh hanging from his boxers' fly.

"Why don't you come over here and let them be. Ol' Soloman will take care of you," he tells me, his hands now on his ample waistline.

I don't really want to leave the hot young guy to Stacy, but I feel drawn to his father, like I am hypnotized. Maybe it is the mesmerizing sight of his thickening cock as it wakes and rises to greet me as I approach.

I feel the eyes of both Junior and Stacy upon me as I stand before the powerful man. Years of hard labor have earned him a massive physique.

"Now, little one," he addresses me as his big, calloused hands drop to my shoulders, "you look to be the one overdressed now!" His hands gently, but firmly, draw the white cotton straps of my shirt off my softly rounded shoulders and down my arms. He keeps going until the material at my high, firm titties is pulled down as well, exposing the perky cones with the backyard tan. My shirt now lies draped around my belly, stopped by the flare of my hips.

"These P.E. knickers must be awful uncomfortable,all wedged between those sweet little cheeks. Let's take care of them, too," he softly tells me as he gets to his knees before me and pulls both my bunched-up shirt, as well as the navy serge bottoms down at the same time.

I look down and dumbly watch as the material stretches over my wide, but flat, pelvic area and is pulled off my thighs. I feel a little sucking sensation as the wet crotch of my knicks is pulled away from the wet gash it has been nestled in. I feel a little shiver go through me, both because of what this man is doing to me, and the cool air of the basement hitting my privates.

Soloman gives them a final yank and my only clothes end up in a puddle at my feet. He helps me step out of them and I spread my shaky legs further apart to help with my balance.

"I swear this is the prettiest little pussy I've seen in a while," he says aloud, to noone, or everyone. "Even if it is a bald little pussy!" he laughs lightly. "Not that I am one to talk!" he answers himself, smoothing the palm of his hand over his brown, cueball-like, head.

"What do ya think, son?" he turns to ask his son. I look up as well. We both see Stacy giving the now nude young man a noisy blowjob as she kneels before him.

Junior, of course, is inattentive to what his father was saying. His equally smooth head was rolled back as he tried to keep from coming too quickly under the redhead's expert manipulations.

"Well, I see they are already 'getin' busy'!" he relates to me as I make eye contact once again with the big man before me.

"Now what shall we do first?" he seems to ask himself as he rubs his chin and looks at my wet pussy.