"Gerald did as told and met Ms. Abigail Parsons the owner. Much toGerald's disappointment the opening was for a maid. It paid minimumwage another ego...deflating fact and it was full time from 8:00 to 3:00PM 7 days a week except for Tuesdays the hours were from 9:00 AM to1:00 PM.Ms. Parsons asked if he had any experience and he told her no hopingshe would not hire him but she told him that it was Ok she would trainhim. She told him to start in the morning.When Gerald got home Maria was waiting. "We have fucked for what, half an hour now? Do you want to stop? I am getting a little tired". She yawned."No mom. That was only the warming up. I have planned something brand new to night". I said, smiling wantonly.I slipped off the sofa and pressed my face into that lovely patch. I rubbed my nose in it and smell that musty smell. I took a sip from the hot tea to warm up my tongue and lips and started licking her pussy. She sighed. I repeat the process with constant sips of the steamy. "Are you doing this?" she demanded.He seemed startled by the idea. "No, why?"She looked at him, askance. "You're in my bedroom?"He shrugged, accepting the accusation. "I don't know why. I was over at Tim's house. We were playing Medal of Honor..." He stared at her bare breasts again-Melissa refused to cover up-" ... and suddenly I was here in your bedroom, looking at..." He made a gesture with his hand, completing the statement."Can I put on my t-shirt?" she asked tightly."Sure, go ahead," he. "Are these folks family as well?" I'm his brother," Will said. "What's the news?" Well," the doctor said. "Things are not great, but they're a little better than they were this morning. I've evacuated the biggest subdural hematoma I've ever seen from his skull. That's one for the medical books, I think." Is he going to live?" Christa asked, and Will's heart seemed to want to skip a beat as they waited for the doctor's response."He's made it this far, and that's more than I hoped for this.