As they shook their hands, Kaitlin moved closer to him. He hesitated. The masks and weapons hit the floor simultaneously as they embraced each other a...d French kisses. What was happening? He could not control himself as he stroked her sides and tight ass. She felt up his hard-on through his green track pants. Matt sighed heavily as she did. He picked her up and took her to the small armoury room and placed her on the table with her sexy legs dangling over the edge. Matt eased off her jacket. We had a maidservant at home whose name was Kamini (name changed). She was 23 years and had a lovely figure. 36-25-38 and was 5’5”. It was after my 12th class and I was at home. Both my parents were working and we had a lot of privacy. I had my eye on her from the day she came and used to masturbate with her in my thoughts at least once a day. She used to clean the floor sitting on it and I could get a good look at her boobs, which were large and inviting.I wanted to fuck her but did not know. "Fuck." She loved that word. She hadn't said it since she was in high school. In that moment, she fell out of love with her husband. Or she realized that she hadn't been in love with him for a long time -- perhaps ever. Maggie, the flat-chested prude, the modest Sunday school teacher, wanted to be loved by men. Wanted to be a wicked woman. To be fucked. And fuck. And drink margaritas."Oh, my God," she said for the hundredth time as Jerry's fingers pulled apart the lips of her vagina and his. He showed me the guest room, a very nice living room, and a beautiful balcony with a great view of the city. Every time we stopped I would snuggle against him and play with his balls while he told me about his place. When we stopped in his big, modern kitchen, we started kissing. I fondled his cock as he started to harden again.After a few minutes of kissing, he set me up on the island and slid his cock back into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, kissing.