"Crete, dance, life, they're all entwined. Let me tell you a story."The land of your birth is always your Home; no matter where you live, your Home ne...ver leaves you. And the things of Home never leave you, either. In Crete it is the Dance.Legend has it dance was invented in Crete. Logically speaking we know that isn't so. The whole Human Race has been dancing since music was invented. But our hearts tell us otherwise. The simple truth is that Dance and Crete are inseparable. Millennia have. After a while of seeing her daily and interacting with her and talking to her, I began to develop feelings towards her. (She wasn't the first maid that I have developed feelings towards but thats for another story. I began to ask her about her life in Indonesia, and how she feels about Kuwait. She said "Kuwaiti family not good, always talking bad to you and say do this do that. No rest, I am human and I get tired." I can sense she had alot of ranting to do as I do understand and sympathize with. She had her fucking arms around my neck with my cock in her pussy, but my damn knee buckled. I kept my dick in her cunt, but I knew I was hurt and I had to put her back down no more than 15 minutes later. The good thing was that I fingered her snatch and I think she came hard… think? Well, fuck- I put my hard dick in her pussy and by the time I came about half an hour later, my spunk was shooting out of her nice twat with juice and lube. We’d had pizza for supper, and her cum smelled like. “Fuck me!” moaned Mandy, wildly bouncing up and down in his lap much like a child would on their grandparent’s knee, “Please! Fuck me harder! I feel like I’m gonna explode! You’re gonna kill me! Ahhh!”Michael merely thrusted faster and faster, his young lover’s cries and the familiar constriction of his cock telling him that the climax was near. He smirked at the sight of Mandy’s happily jiggling tits, his tongue lapping at the creamy flesh before slipping one of those sweet little peaks into.