She looked at me as her hands reached my feet. Our eyes met again. I could feel my resolve weakening again.I desperately tried to hold on to the last ...it of control I had. I could not feel anything else except for her melting eyes; hear nothing but her racing heart and smell nothing but her cheap perfume, hair shampoo and the sweat on her forehead.I could feel the hot air gushing out of her nostrils and brushing my legs under the laced thigh-high. I smiled and said. “Go on, love!”It was poetic. I couldn’t sleep. I got up in between to grab a water for myself as I was walking to the kitchen I look at my servant who is sleeping near the kitchen. I went near grabbed the bottle from the fridge and as I opened the door the lights of the fridge shone upon her and I was looking at her body. She turned a little and I could see her belly and as I was drinking each gulp of water made me lust for her too. After drinking water I went back to the room and was thinking about my maid. Around. John fucked her hard for as long as he could last, and shot what seemed like a gallon of cum deep into her sucking cunt.The next day they both wrote down what they wanted as the perfect fuck, and gave them to each other. The idea was that each would make the other’s perfect fuck happen within the next two weeks. This is what happened:Kathy’s Perfect FuckJohn is working late again, and Kathy is horny as hell. She knows that he will be home soon, but decides to start without John. Kathy goes. My mother had taught both me and my brother politeness and manners, emphasising that we should not lower ourselves to the level shown by many of our neighbours over the past years. I therefore felt obliged to listen to the girls talk about themselves and their grandmother. It was during this initial conversation that I discovered their ages. Eventually I did manage, with some help from Anita, to commence my run.One thing for certain; I had plenty to think about during my run. Although I was.