.. ... but it was gone."My sweater!" I exclaimed."What's wrong?"I rummaged through the drawers of my desk, looked behind the guest chair and under the...desk."Very funny, John. What'd you do with my sweater?" What? What do you mean, what did I do? You took it home last night, don't you remember?" No ... I..."Suddenly, I had to stop and think. As soon as John said it, I realized I had taken it home last night. Why had I done that? It was my office sweater, it was the one I always left at the. I poured oil over her ass which trickled over her pussy. Since I was called only for massage I didnt took any advantage and remained strict to my service. I massaged her ass cheeks and ass crack.I placed the side of my hand in the ass crack and went up and down touch her asshole and pussy lightly. She moaned in pleasure and said you so good dont stop, continue it. I poured more oil and massged the crack. I opened her thighs a bit and went down to touch her pussy. She moaned loudly and I. "Maggot, im sure that will cover you for saying holy shit in achurch..." Tori grinned."Mom, Tori called me maggot," Maggie said."Mary Margaret Lelani O'brien! If Malcolm and Denise hadn't asked you todinner...I would have grounded you, maybe If you behave like a ladytonight...I will forget about it," Maria said."Yes mom" Maggie said sheepishly."Denise invited Maggie to dinner?" Christina asked."You guys didn't hear...Malcolm and Denise got married about half anhour you left...Maggie was maid. "You reallyshould have just gone with it, Doug. I mean, from the confession Susanmade one time when she'd been far into her cups, Roger was quite the hunggentleman. Almost too big, according to her." She maneuvered up from lyingon the bed into a kneeling position, then began to rock her hips back andforth in a lewd manner. "I often fantasized what it would be like to ridethat stallion. You know, when I was feeling particularly frisky and youwere busy with other things."I put my hand over my.