First there was his hands, his maddening hands on her body. Arousing her, teasing her and tickling her. It was the hardest thing she had every tried, ...to lie still while his hands explored her. She could feel his finger slowly slide up her inner thighs, and slowly tickling her just below her pussy. She twitched, SMACK! And the hands kept moving, making her hotter and hotter, yet frustrating her even more because she couldn't give into the urge to clench her cheeks and keep his fingers there. I am 39. My wife had left for her mother’s place as my m-i-l was ill and my son had gone with her too, so I was left alone. But my wife had asked our teenage maid Bobita (Bobby) to take care of me and I had taken full advantage of this and started a great sexual relationship with her. Sex with Bobby had become a regular affair and both of us were enjoying it. She was only 18. As usual after returning from office I found Bobita waiting for me. I went to my room and took my shirt and pant off. I. My cock sprang to life immediately. What the hell was wrong with me, this was a twelve year old girl, and I was sleeping with her mother who I was falling in love with. I knew it was wrong to let a little girl turn me on and tried to think of baseball or anything to get these thoughts out of my head. I had it! All I had to do was concentrate on the new project we were getting ready to start. Had that foul mouth Jim got all the equipment to the site and set up. I really didn't like Jim but he. With every stroke on her very puffy inner lips, Joyce moaned softly. When he reached her clit and stroked around it and cradled it between his index and middle fingers, Joyce's lower body started moving along with his fingers, seemingly seeking further stimulation. After a while of playing with the outside of her pussy, he pushed his index finger into her without warning. She gasped and tensed up. "Relax, Joyce, relax. I found nothing wrong on the outside. I'm now looking for the cause of your.