He did it for a few seconds and slowly entered me with his thick and smooth cock. it kept on entering me like a hot knife pierces butter and slowly di...sappeared in the depths of my womanhood.His pubic hairs were touching my skin. Since I always keep my pussy hairs clean shaved. I grabbed his shoulders around his back and pulled him towards me. He almost fell on me and crushed my boobs with his chest. We remained that way.He lifted his hips and took his cock slightly and shoved it back. He. It was cool right now, but not terribly so. He could hear Barbara humming happily in the kitchen behind him. She'd decided a glass of hot chocolate would be just the thing to end the day with.They'd been two years and more getting here. It hadn't been easy. Steve had fought it tooth and nail for a long time. If his firm hadn't effectively forced him to go with Barbara to counseling, they wouldn't have made it.Steve chuckled at the memory. At the last Fourth of July picnic, he and Barbara had. From near-about that time, I developed an interest, an attraction towards my maid. As I mentioned, she was in her forties, similar to any typical Indian lady. The wheatish complexion, fat at the right places, oiled hair, pierced and seemingly conservative. As time passed, my lust soared and my attraction increased.I began imagining her and me in different situations, making out. One fine day, I gathered some courage and decided to interact with her after school at any cost. Once home, I tried. I quickly removed her bra and took one nipple into my mouth. As I started sucking on her tit, I took my hands and pulled her dress down to her hips. I was sucking on one nipple, pinching the other, and my one free hand was rubbing her pussy. She was starting to go crazy with all of this action. Before she could come to her senses and bring this thing to a grinding halt, I moved down to my knees, pulled apart her legs, and sunk my tongue into her pussy. "Oh my God!" She moaned with surprise..