I could feel her vagina tighten on my cock. I smiled to myself.Suddenly I heard a loud noise. I snapped my eyes open. I was dreaming. My maid, Sarika ...ad opened my door and disturbed my wonderful dream. She smiled at me naughtily and started sweeping the floor. I realized soon why she gave me that naughty look. My hard cock had made a tent not just in my shorts but also in my blanket. It was pretty noticeable. I smiled to myself thinking about the erotic dream I had of my hot neighbor Mansi.. .. and she was more or less begging me to fuck her. I lay down next to her and started kissing her again while my hand began to roam over her naked top half."Amber, you are so fucking gorgeous," I said as my hand went to her blue jean-covered ass."Thank you, Daddy Frank," she replied, looking deep into my eyes."So, what did you want to ask me, Honey? Downstairs." She had a somewhat playful look on her face, but I couldn't quite read it."Um, Daddy Frank? Remember I was talking about how my daddy. We lived in a 2 BHK house in India before we moved to the UK.She worked in a private bank as Zonal Manager. She is 48 years old now. She is fair and cute and has an average body like normal Indian of her age. Normally she wears saree. I never had a lust for her, but I have a love for her. It happened 5 years back. I was introduced to and sex stories from my friends. One day I found one of my friends was an incest lover. He read mom-son and brother-sister incest stories and masturbating. I'd never had a cooked breakfast before, though I had heard a lot aboutthem. Neither of my parents had the skills to cook so many items andhave them ready at the same time. They also didn't have enough money tobe so extravagant. I still don't understand how I managed to end up witha computer.So today was the first time I tackled a full cooked breakfast; bacon,sausages, fried eggs, tomatoes, baked beans, mushrooms, hash browns,black pudding and fried bread. When I chose "fried breakfast" on.