I grabbed her hand and place it on my cock. She grabbed it and slowly stroked it over my shorts. I also moved my hand over her tits and grabbed them. ...he said "Dont squeeze so hard please" I let her tits go and put my hand into her shorts. I was rubbing her pussy and she was moaning. I tried to put a finger inside but she stopped me. She moved her hand inside my shorts. She was jerking me off while i was rubbing her pussy. Both of us soon came. I kissed her on the cheek and we slept.The next. ” from my paper drop hadn’t completely faded before the look of recognition and seething hatred of “how fucking DARE you” mingled with the confusion of “wait a minute, who the fuck does something like this” and the corpse of the quip about my wearing the maid’s uniform that I’d taken down before it passed her lips was worth the hundred euros to set it up. This close, I could also see the bleariness of having had a couple herself when she got home last night. All of it combined into a visual. She pressed her soft lips over his bulging muscles as she worked her way downward. She kneeled and gazed at his rounded bottom cheeks. She kissed them and slowly worked her way into the crease. She used her gloved hands to pry his cheeks apart revealing his special hole. She noted that his hole was pulsing as if it were trying to open for her. She kissed it. It was hot. She kissed it again and again. Scott turned around and helped her stand. He kissed her mouth and tasted her sweetness. I held out my hand and told him to take a seat, which he did, porposly choosing the recliner so I could not sit right next to him. Handing him a can of beer, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants, promising his large size, even when soft. My nipples ached for his touch and my mouth salivated for his tongue. I sat opposite of him on the couch. We talked for an hour, one long tortering hour, before I indulged myself into bringing up sex to him. I was sure he glared at me.