.. but they'd all led to nothing. For simplicity's sake, I was using the same story - that I'd been hit by a truck, and spent the summer in a full-bod... cast. The last thing that I needed was to have two elaborate lies floating around to keep track of."You like knowing that I'm going to cum in your mouth, you like getting me hard and getting me off. You like being my little cock-slut, don't you Marcie?"Another muffled "yes".I'd extensively cross-examined her, trying to find a grey area of. She'd always had gorgeous legs, but I'd never seen her wearing stockings, and I couldn't believe how sexy they looked on her.As she reached me and leaned in for a kiss, I realized to my shock that I was getting hard. Our lips touched ever so briefly, and I swelled even more.The last thing in the world I wanted was for Mom to notice that, so I said, "Go sit down. I warmed up some leftovers." Thank you, honey."I gave my cock a squeeze and adjusted it once out of sight in the kitchen, and I could. I was really weak but happy to see my parents and not to forget my curvy maid fathima!During my bed rest, fathima took very good care of me. Whenever she was around, I seductively stared at her body parts. She changed my clothes, ofcourse except the underwear. While changing my shirt, I held her pulpy arms for support. Sometimes I purposefully put my four fingers under her armpits and only my thumb above to feel the heat under her pits. Later when she went out, I smelled my fingers and licked. Each one becoming more monotonous and frustrating than the last. Work was boring and her sexual frustration was starting to get the better of her. She decided that that day after work she would head into town and buy a butterfly. As soon as she got home she opened the packet and looked at it. She had expected to be put off by it as soon as she took it out but the thought of what it could do to her made her frustration build even higher and her excitement built. She decided to give it a quick.