You felt turned on by my maid outfit and the hosiery on my legs as well as the sexy heels I was wearing. As I continued to clean, you got up and sne...aked up behind me, grabbing my buttocks. At first, I felt threatened and pulled back. But you gently, said “don’t worry, I won’t hurt you” and started to run your hand down my legs and what turned out to be sheer stockings with garters. Your delicate touch, eased me and then excited me and send shivers down my body. You kept touching my. She didn't quite say it loud enough for her mother to hear, but there was a knock on her door that made her freeze in her tracks."Don't be vulgar, daughter dear," came a deep sing-songy voice."Sorry, Daddy," she said quickly. She was embarrassed and incredibly turned on over getting caught saying that, and more frequently those two feelings seem interlinked. The burning in her cheeks seemed to create a throbbing, needful, burning in her pussy that just ached to be. He would probably never have to confront their complaints about the passion they could hear through the walls. This was it. This was the moment. This was the zenith of his life. And when they parted, two bodies that were reluctant to accept any pause in their lovemaking as anything other than a brief respite, they exchanged memories and observations of the different worlds they had drifted through. The universe where the Americans won the Vietnam War. The universe where the Naturist Party won a. "Sam, could I see you in the bedroom," Steve said with a funny catch in his throat. "Please." Sure," I said, wondering if letting him see the video had been the serious mistake I thought it could be. I got up and meekly followed him out of the room so he could say whatever he needed to in private.Steve shut the door behind us and pushed on it to make sure that it had latched. He turned to me with the strangest look on his face and put out a hand and pointed at me."That's a nice dress," he said..