My mom, and aunt, still wanted to jump in every now and then. Although, it was just with me. I was on the fence about them doing it with Ted, he was m...ine, and not theirs. I know how that sounds, but that was the way I felt. He never really told me he had any interest in doing it with them, but I wasn't going to bring it up either. All I know is, we were happy with the way things were, and we didn't want to try to mess it up. He was really nervous about doing the interview with me, so I tried. I noticed at times she would sigh and other times she would smile that lovely smile of hers. Now she had tears running down her cheeks.I could see her getting hot and sweaty and wriggling her hips on the bed. The sun was up and coming in through the window. It was going to be a hot one.I left her a note and went down to the beach. Just a short walk through the last dune and I was there. Still too early in the morning for the crowds of this seasons tourist throng to get up and come down with. She breathes but so rarely, her breaths all full of deep, wet, kinky pleasure. Face is pushed right into the Paella. Face is wet and slimy. She is getting all juicy between her naked hips, lickle Shelly’s having her first fadge-wetting over the Paella like it’s a smelly lover! Her belly fills. Her tongue lavishly works every thick, wet, filthy mouthful, she relishes the moist squelch, squelch, squelch as she works her smellied lips, swallowing and swallowing like a little slut who’s just given. Initially I was quite excited at the idea of watching a group ofFrench Maids get dressed and undressed until I realised that my uniformwas the same as my mother's. Yes I was expected to dress as a FrenchMaid!I pulled out my mobile. I phoned Mum. "Mummy, help me. They want me todress up as French Maid!" Son, didn't you read the dress code? I need this job and I need you toearn a living too. You had better play along until something bettercomes along for you, besides being dressed like a.