“I will be looking forward to it.”She showed up with a tray of pastries, a BIG tray, which she left in the break room, and she appeared at my door... with a bag from a local deli. Nice thing about college towns is the variety of interesting foods.“I remember you said you found a love for pastrami,” she said. “I share that affliction. What are two Southern girls doing, liking pastrami?”I’m still digesting the idea that she and I are ‘Southern girls’, what with me being nineteen and her in her. I hug and kiss you. I sit on the chair and have you sit on my lap facing the mirror. I rub your nipples and want then grow.“ Daddy loves you Baby, you are so grown up and sexy” I say as my hand is on your belly.“Let’s both look in the mirror, and let Daddy touch his baby girl, our secret, OK?”I hold you tight and my hand goes over your puffy pubic mound to your pussy. My fingers separate your lips and push my finger in enough for moisture and I kiss ur neck and rub your slit. I tell you how. I continued to do this on a day to day basis and finally ended up marrying the maid. I buy her colorful tight salwar kameez and hijabs to accentuate her body so that I can grope her every morning in the kitchen and have wild sex with her and cum all over her face, her buttocks and her breasts. I take pictures of her bum every day and film her. As an older lad I literally have a high sex drive and hired another maid, and got me horny for the new maid while my wife maid get used to it and I. What gives?” I asked the Devil.“Yeah, well, I was bored again and I saw an opening to ... work out a little plan of battle together. A strategy of sorts. Look, I won’t be doing this forever ... I hated running Hell toward the end of it. But I ... I still ... am, well, rather restless. Retirement’s easier and more relaxing on paper than in reality. I need to find things to do. Chill, guys. I’m not gonna rain on your parade. Trust me, you’d know if it I did, because when I rain on someone’s.