The old house dress was of a light cloth to begin with, and it had been washed so many times it was becoming tissue thin. He could clearly see her bra...sier and her panties underneath the dress, and that caused him to get hard. Once, as she reached up to get a platter from the shelf, the hem of her dress rode up in the back exposing her legs halfway up to her underwear. His breath caught and he unconsciously let out a short grunt of approval."Hmm?" Annie asked, "Did you say something?"He looked. Her mouth was slack and her tongue handing out like a dumb animal and she reached out to grab Becky’s fingers like a drowning person hoping to be saved from a fate worse than death. Becky patted the girl’s sweating hands and told her, “Just relax, dearie and give the gentleman his needs like a good little girl.”The sound of Sir Louie’s muscular thighs slapping into the maid’s beautiful white buttocks made Becky smile in amusement at the tableau. She could tell from the look on Sir Louie’s face. She stroked my flat belly, her fingers tickled by the hair around my belly button. I am pulling her to me, kissing her hard and long, and slow, and my hand is sliding down toward her butt. I used it to pull her toward me, pull her into me, breathing her in as she is breathing me in. Almost unwittingly, her fingers explored just beneath the waistband of my boxers, feeling the soft skin between my hips interrupted by the curly hairs of my trail. She explored her way downward, till her fingers. At school, in maths tests, or when she was in trouble with ateacher or got into a fight, it seemed he was there and she knew what to door say. It was possible that once, a long time ago, he had woken up in herbed, when her father was there, and screamed and screamed until Mum hadcome to rescue her. Sometimes, when she was still a child, she had dreamedof a little boy. He was always very sad though she couldn't say how sheknew this because she never saw his face; he was always looking away.