I woke early and went downstairs to watch the sunrise. I didn’t know that Brian was an early riser. I walked into the kitchen to see him sitting at ...the table drinking coffee. I poured a glass of juice and joined him. We made some small talk about the weather then it got weird. He stood and walked behind me, and as he passed me he ran his hand through my hair and kissed the top of my head. The only other man to do that was my father; I was a bit creeped out. After he poured himself another cup. I gently but firmly took his wrist in my hand and pulled it away from his mouth, and licked it, slowly and thoroughly, my eyes on his. The moment my tongue touched the palm of his hand, he took a sharp intake of breath which was exhaled in something akin to a growl, I could feel where his hand was already damp from his own saliva, and traced those places, allowing the moisture to mix in some sort of communion. He watched me with a look of undisguised amaze and lust as I gently, thoroughly. Her long fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel as she leaned back in her seat while her sunglasses reflected the eastern morning sun. Completing my picture was the soft pink lipstick enhancing the rouge gracing her high cheek bones. ‘Are you alright over there,’ she asked with a smile to her voice. ‘Yep,’ I replied as my fingers released their white knuckled grip on each side of my seat. We had decided we really wanted to be away from everything, so what better place than the southern. The next day i thought of fucking my maid, but i could not as i would usually think what if she refuses and complain about me. So i would just spend my time only by talking to her and would spend lot of time in the kitchen and would look at her big boobs,her bumps,and her stomach.i herd her complaining about her husband and thought that she would not be sexual satisfied with her husband. One day i had brought some blue films as there was no one in my home.i was very excited by those films and.