“Like how?” she asked.“A kiss to start.”“To start? What about the pizza?”“You choose. Kiss or pizza.”“Pizza, definitely,” she said..., a wonderful smile emerging. She stood, turned and sat sideways in my lap.With a hand on the nape of her neck, I drew her face close. I caught the scent of soap or perfume and that entrancing hint of fresh lime. She studied my eyes, then my mouth, and we kissed softly.I felt her body relax. The kiss ended and another started, this time with more pressure, lips. She immediately went from our room.i went to her & told her that if she tells ne one about this she will lose her job.she agreed to it hesitatingly.i looked at her carefully.she was from nowhere looking a maid.sexy pink saree,cut sleeves blouse.light brown hair,red lipstick ,she was an absolute stunning woman with a gr8 fig of 34-28-35 & merely 21 yrs of age.i hold her hand tightly.she resisted but I started moving my hand on her ass.she was trying to escape but I hold her very tightly.i called. “Oh, I’m sorry” I said, “I didn’t hear you come in, the water was running”“That’s OK” she said, “I knew you were in the shower, I just wanted to see you!”“Well, you’ve seen all of me now!” I said with a grin. She just stood there, eyes fixed on my cock, which was starting to get a bit bigger under her scrutiny.Finally she spoke “Why have you shaved yourself?”“I like it smooth, and my hair trimmed short down there” I said. “I don’t have much hair down there” she said “Not like my mom and dad …. ”Brad noticed the pile of women’s clothes beside the couch, “I take it those clothes belong to the girls?” He asked.“Cathy, Diane, and Brenda are in the bedroom getting reacquainted, so don’t go barging in on them,” Karen warned.“On a more serious note, Abby is trying to convince her Dad and will try to convince you both that she and I can get married for real, on her sixteenth birthday. That would be next October 26th. I said I play hockey at that time of year and have suggested waiting until.