I’m a typical Punjabi guy, fair, tall (5’11”) and muscular. I had a fair share of women in my life. However, I always get excited whenever there...is some adventure involved with women. Be it my aunt, one of my teacher and especially the maids.I had sexual relationships with these all and this adventures excitement attracts me.Today I’m going to share with you one of such incidents which happened this year. This is related to my maid. Since I live with my parents, my mother interacts with the. Okay, let me- before I can finish, she is half-naked standing in front of me. Her pale skin luminesent in the suns glow. Her perky, perfect breasts bouncing slightly as she struggles with her jeans. get my towel… I strip off my own shirt, the black lacy bra barely concealiling my C-cups. Ill get that for you! she volunteers, completely naked except for her pink thong, not covering her perfectly smooth, shaven pussy. Unclasping my bra before I can object, her hands slip around and take a firm. I started giggling under my breath, listening intently to each heavy breath and moan escaping her throat; as this happens I slide my right hand further down, releasing her cheek. My fingertips softly trace up and down the back of her thigh, until my fingers are moving over her baby soft pussy lips. I’m amazed at how soft they are, but continue moving my fingers, never leaving them still. Monica grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back in response to me playing with her lips. Her. Someone at school told me that his Mum said he 'was having wet dreams and it was ok, but he needed to stop having them every night'. I never understood what he meant until that day.I was an early developer of puberty. I remember feeling really calm and happy. I had this sudden urge to put mum's night dress on. I slid it over my body - it made me tingle. All the hairs on my arm stood up - it was really weird. It was the start of me finding myself - I had found masturbation! Oh my God, it was a.