After a while of seeing her daily and interacting with her and talking to her, I began to develop feelings towards her. (She wasn’t the first maid t...at I have developed feelings towards but thats for another story. I began to ask her about her life in Indonesia, and how she feels about Kuwait. She said ‘Kuwaiti f****y not good, always talking bad to you and say do this do that. No rest, I am human and I get tired.’ I can sense she had alot of ranting to do as I do understand and sympathize. Now my wives pussy is like Lay's Potato Chips (you can't stop at one touch), so I rubbed her clit as I slid my index finger up your ass.she started to wiggle as I slid my finger up and down and gasped as I rubbed her clitoris between my thumb and middle finger. Ur fluids started flowing and felt like silk as my hand melted with her. she breath began to quicken as I shoved two fingers up she ass.she reached for my dick, which was needing for some attention and started to stroking the shaft, but. As you mayalreadyknow, I love to paint. It's my passion, really, art is. I nearly became the famous artist'Christobel', but that bastard Antonio Monatti tried to turn me into something I'm not, andeven worse, triedto separate me from myfamily. Sure, my dad may be a fat, inconsiderate retard, mymother a slutty, mean, self - absorbed bitch, mysister a suicidal social outcast and mybrother a homosexual megalomaniac, but whenit comes down to it, they're myfamily, and I love them.You maythink I have. I pushed my sister out into the hallway and slammed the door shut in her face, then fell back against the door, panting. I didn't know what was going on, and I was scared.Kait turned the doorknob and tried pushing the door open, but I dig in and pushed back. "Stay out!" I screamed. She pounded on the door for a few seconds, then stopped. I crawled back across the floor to where I'd spurted my cum, and tried to wipe it up with a pair of my socks. Then I just sat there, scared.Mom & Dad.