"Humanitarian works matter," Paul Whitmore said to his wife Whitney Jennings-Whitmore as they watched the report on television. In the living room of the Whitmore farm, located in Amarillo, Texas, silence reigned as the couple watched an urgent news report. The tall, blue-eyed and silver-haired Texan man felt moved by the plight of African newcomers struggling in the Lone Star State. Something must be done to help these people. Paul, a former city worker for the City of Amarillo, Texas, spent a lifetime helping others and he wasn't about to stop now that he was retired.
"We must help those people," Whitney Jennings-Whitmore said somberly, and her hubby Paul nodded in agreement. The tall, blonde-and-silver-haired, green-eyed and curvy Texan matriarch smiled as she reached for the phone. The African Heritage Society of Austin was helping the newcomers and refugees and was trying to find placements for them while they awaited their day in immigration court. The shelters in Austin, Houston, Dallas and other major cities of Texas were at capacity. Where does that leave these poor people?
"We are so thankful you've chosen to take them in for a few months," said Adele Browne, the middle-aged black American woman in charge of the Amarillo branch of the African Heritage Society. Paul and Whitney smiled at Adele as they met her in her cramped office. Adele made the couple fill out paper work, and they went to meet their future charges. A mother and son hailing from Senegal needed to be housed while the immigration authorities processed their claim. The AHS would be paying the Whitmore couple to take them in.
"Nice to meet you," Yasmin Camara said to Paul and Whitney Whitmore as Adele introduced her to them. The tall, dark-skinned and curvy Senegalese Muslim woman looked dignified in a long blue robe and azure hijab. At the age of fifty, Yasmin looked much younger. The African Muslim woman looked almost a decade younger than her real age. Paul and Whitney smiled as they shook hands with Yasmin, who then nodded at her 19-year-old son Ahmed.
"Salaam, hello," Ahmed Camara said shyly. The tall, dark-skinned young Senegalese Muslim man waved at the couple. Paul and Whitney exchanged a smile before shaking hands with Ahmed. Yasmin and Ahmed bantered with Paul and Whitney for a while, then went to grab their belongings. Paul packed the stuff at the back of the van, then he and his wife Whitney drove Yasmin and Ahmed back to their lovely ranch on the outskirts of Amarillo, Texas.
"Our journey in America begins," Yasmin said bravely as she watched the rural Texan landscape on the way to the Whitmore farm on the outskirts of Amarillo. Paul and Whitney welcomed Yasmin and Ahmed to the farm. The mother and son would have their own rooms, complete with a separate dining room, living room and bathroom. They had cable television and Wi-Fi, plus a stack of comedy, science fiction and action DVDs that Paul generously gave them. The Whitmore couple wanted to make sure that Yasmin and her son Ahmed were really comfortable.
"Banging a mother and son is quite the challenge but we will do it," Whitney said to her hubby Paul after they helped Yasmin and Ahmed get settled. Paul smiled and nodded in agreement. A while ago, Paul and Whitney fucked Jayson and Chau, a handsome black man and curvy Vietnamese woman whom they fostered back in the day. Chau, a big-booty Asian woman, proved really fun in bed and Paul enjoyed fucking her in the ass. Whitney got to suck and ride Jayson's big black cock, and Paul fucked Jayson in the ass at the end of the night. Good times.
"Challenge accepted," Paul replied, and Whitney winked at him. After helping Yasmin and her son Ahmed get settled, Paul returned to their own side of the farm. Lying in bed, they watched Yasmin and Ahmed through a network of secret cameras. Yasmin showered, got dressed and then went to the kitchen where she made an omelet with buttered bread and hot dogs for herself and her son Ahmed. In his new bedroom, Ahmed hung his clothes in the closet, arranged his room to his liking then lay in bed. Grabbing a porn magazine labeled Biphoria, Ahmed masturbated in bed. Whitney and Paul saw all this and smiled. This was going to be good...
Over the next few weeks, Paul and Whitney got to know Yasmin and Ahmed. The Senegalese Muslim woman and her adult son were happy with the new arrangement. Paul and Whitney took Yasmin and Ahmed to the movies, dined in nice restaurants with them and showed them the beauty of life in Amarillo, Texas. At the same time, Yasmin and Ahmed, who had been through hell back in Senegal, began to warm up to their new hosts. They even began to think of them as family. Paul and Whitney had Yasmin and Ahmed right where they wanted them. Nothing comes free in this world and presumably it is the same in other worlds, folks. Words to the wise and all that good stuff.
"Time to make our moves," Whitney said to Paul, after they wore down their attractive new targets. It was decided that Whitney would go after Ahmed while Paul seduced Yasmin. Paul approached Yasmin one evening after she finished her prayers and the two of them had a heart-to-heart. Paul made up a story about Whitney cheating on him with some other guy, and how he felt like ending it all. Yasmin, a sensitive and kind woman, comforted Paul. The bastard had her right where he wanted her...
"You are an amazing woman," Paul said to Yasmin as he kissed her. At first, Yasmin was reluctant but she was both lonely and horny. Yasmin hadn't been with a man since her husband Malik Camara died in Dakar, Senegal, three years ago. When Paul caressed that curvy body of hers and kissed her, Yasmin found herself responding to his touch. The Senegalese Muslim woman is human and at the end of the day, all human beings have needs...
"It's been so long," Yasmin whispered as Paul slowly undressed her. The tall, mature white man admired the sexy African Muslim woman's curvy body. Paul sucked on Yasmin's nipples while fingering her wet, hairy pussy. Yasmin moaned and groaned as Paul pleasured her. Kneeling before Yasmin, Paul spread her thick muscular thighs and inhaled her womanly scent. Just like that, Paul began eating Yasmin's pussy. Yasmin squealed in delight as Paul licked her pussy. Passion is as passion does, folks.
