To investigate the story further I ordered the mentioned maid into my office after the cleanup in the kitchen. »He wanted to undress me!«, she blurt...d out, but I was in control and asked her boldly: »Did you show him what you showed me?« Bingo! Big flush, but no denial. That little boyish bottom was mine! How ruefully the maid stood in the corner, dropped her skirt and opened her drawers for me! What a delightful tiny affair her derriere was - I got a hard-on right away! And how delightfully it. They enjoyed being with each other so much and Missy was so thankful that they'd met and fallen for each other. Bill's fucking her and giving her another baby was just super icing on their marital cake.In three months, Missy began to show her advancing pregnancy. She tried to describe for Bill the changes in her body that she knew would take place from her past experiences. She knew that like most men, Bill would probably find her even sexier as a knocked up mother-to-be and she was so right.. I got up and went to my office to answer it.“Hi Steve!” I heard Becky van Hoek say.“Hi Becky. What’s up?”“Could we have lunch on Saturday?”“Is there an issue we need to deal with?”“No, not like you mean. I just want to see you. It’s been two months since we had lunch.”“I don’t know,” I said.“It’s just lunch, Steve. Like we do during the school year. I have disks to give you, but I also just want to have lunch. I like our lunches.”Would having lunch with her be letting her worm her way back into. I’ve kept well informed of the occupants of the house since I moved out those many years ago, and it has been intriguing if nothing else. So if you have the time and inclination, dear reader, I’ve a story to tell. It is not pleasant and does not end well, so do not hold out that hope. No, this tale is about a tragedy in the truest sense of the word. So sit back and relax, if you can, dear reader, and I will tell you of the Maxwell’s doom. The house was large and rambling, set well back from.