She looked to be in her forties but did not look old. In fact there was something alive in her which made her look attractive and not aged. She even h...ad a beautiful face for a maid. She had dark desirable brownish complexion, was busty but not fat. Her hips and thigh were little plump, just the perfect ‘sex goddess’ type. Her breasts even beneath a sari seemed massive and made me think about paradise. She had captured my imagination the first day itself. But since I never had plans to hit on a. She took it in hers, bringing it up and kissing my fingers. I looked over at her; she was looking back with smoldering eyes, a predatory smile on her face. “This girl loves Mr. Marlowe.” She said in a husky voice. “I love you too.” I said, smiling at her. She took my hand and rested it back on her knee, slowly moving it over the fishnet stockings, up to the inside of her dress. I mad two discoveries in rapid succession; the first being that she had not worn underclothes, the second being that. "Sherry climbed onto the bed, laying on her back and spreading her legs. She put her hands on my face and kissed my lips quickly, slipping her tongue into my mouth gently. Then she guided my face down toward her pussy, so I could look at it closely. Of course, she had other things in mind, too."Mmmmm. Nice," I sighed. I swung my leg over her shoulders, spreading my thighs just wide enough to accommodate Sherry between them. I felt her tugging at my cock, which was as big as it had ever been.. How soft and mushy and wet it had felt to his fingers - just like Karen's, now. He remembered once, when Karen had started filling out, that he'd grabbed the crotch of her panties. She'd squealed and blushed and protested when she caught him sniffing the strong, sexy moisture clinging to his fingers, but he hadn't been able to resist doing it, anyway.Now that same, never-forgotten odor was seething through the crack of the bathroom door and the planks!Jack couldn't take much more of that.