No one wonder he'd needed a housekeeper. A maid service came in once a week, but I had to keep everything orderly enough the rest of the week. I could...n’t image why one man would need so much space, or even how he could afford it. I honestly didn’t even know what he did for a living, but I doubted it was fully legal. Not that I’d say anything. I needed the job too badly and he was paying me quite a lot to keep his house. His dinner was waiting in the kitchen, so I didn’t expect to see him for a. Her mother had even made some comments as to her sexuality since Gina disdained makeup or any sexy clothing. Her mother, though Gina did not know this had asked her dad if he thought Gina might have lesbian tendencies. As Gina recalled jacking off her dads cock, her right hand made its way down her smooth skin to its familiar spot at her clit. She had masturbated for years (unknown to her parents) and her index finger moved to its normal spot and exerted a slight downward pressure on her. Thatcher, matched with a mid-length, cream coloured, pleated skirt, showed she had style, and money. Her name was Mrs. Stephanie Bowley.While Mr. Burlington was making the introductions Mrs. Bowley had crossed her legs, and the hem of her skirt fell back to reveal quite a length of shapely leg.She saw me staring, and hurriedly pulled the skirt back down over her knees, shooting me a look of utter contempt. I felt as if I had been caught trying to peer up the late Queen Mum's kilt."There is a. It actually hurt sometimes with him.’Ape to Angel oozed in the background with a melodic, hypnotic hum. I was stoned, which was impairing my attempts to trace back to when and why we’d begun talking about cock size. I definitely hadn’t brought it up. In truth I’d never thought about it until Sara had started off on one. Was she wasted? Should I even be talking about this with my girlfriend’s best mate?‘It’s just that Gina told me you’ve got a small cock. That’s why I mentioned it.’Oh. So that’s.