The most difficult part for me was to start the conversation. I was about 26 or 27 and she was 20-22 in age.My maid’s daughter would usually wear a ...t-shirt and trousers or some kurti and trousers. Her ass and her boobs would always look amazing on the tight outfits she would wear.I used to call my maid’s daughter some time to clean my room and start a few conversations here and there. I came to know that she used to go to the morning college and be home at around 11 and at my place around 12:30. I rolled my eyes as he took a seat in my front room, I made him a quick and instant coffee. I didn’t make myself one as I hoped this would be a sign for him to not stay long.We started to have some general chit chat and I felt I should again try and make it clear how I was feeling as I didn’t want him to think I was being rude.“Paul, I am sorry I am not much fun or talkative but as I said I am having a bad time lately and in a bit of a bad mood today.”“Can I do anything or should I leave?” He. " Found out what?" He's good." Matt, you mean?" Yup."At my glance, she laughed again."No, he didn't fuck me."Another laugh, almost a snort."Almost, though. It was close." Spill." Well, you won't be surprised to learn that Mary was the catalyst. You know she sent Stephanie off a few days ago. When she heard Matt was back in town you probably couldn't have kept her away with lions at the gate."She came over this morning, late, and we had an early lunch. We sat around for a bit, then decided on a. .."eat me" she begs weakly(I like when a girly tells me what she wants)(sometimes she gets it)I keep fucking...(sometimes she don't)My face is hovering over hers, eyes locked as we fuck. My need outweighing hers.For now.I keep fucking.She brings her hand up behind my head and pulls my face to hers. Nose to nose, forehead to forehead, banging together as I keep fucking.Holding my face to hers with both hands now gripping my hair. Kissing me while our lips are sliding and bouncing... "make me.