There was nothing down there that would interest me. Now, I was just curious. In one corner of the basement was walled off area, next to the furnace. ...On the door, barely legible were the words "Coal Bin." I asked Mom about it."That's where they used to store the coal that was delivered during the winter and burned for heat. They used to get a delivery of coal down a chute in through the window. Every day Grandpa would come down here and shovel some coal into the furnace. I remember him telling. You want to unzip my little skirt,push it down,and slip my panty,s off.play with my tight little pussy,,You are a dirty pig.You lean forward,I know just where your headed,bitch.licking your lip,s again.wondering just sweet my pussy would taste.you want to lick it so fuckin bad,taste all my juice,s.Your leg,s close tight,you close your eye,s.imagining your licking my pussy,swallowing all my cum juice.You fuckin pervet.your eye,s open,your leg,s still closed tight.You look up ward,I know your. Her lip curled. Small but serviceable, she thought.Sam walked quietly up behind his mother. He loved the way her jean shorts fit tightly across her mature behind. Her legs, with their cute cellulite dimples, filled the pant leg. Her bra straps were visible through the sweat moistened tank top. A strand of greying hair hung loose.He sat the box down, walked closer and wrapped his hands around her waist. He lay his head on her back, inhaling her fragrance. He cupped her breasts and gently. I don't get up too early but I expect it to beready by nine from now on. Also why don't you call me Ms. Holmes whenyou're not in PVC. It makes things more casual." Okay... Ms. Holmes." See this is fun. It's too bad my husband isn't still around. You'recertainly on your way to being the best maid we ever had."I blushed a little. "Thank you, Ms. Holmes." I've been doing some thinking. I want to make this transition as...livable as possible. Being my own personal toy, and much as you must.