I had begun to plan ahead for next Monday about a way to make my move here and possibly fuck the maid; would give it a try. This was a sticky wicket, ...ut she would leave open the possibility that my plans could be orchestrated. I was pretty turned on, really full of lust. I had lust after Matilde’s cunt and ass since day break, expecting her that early morning at 7:00 to carry out my plan. I got up at 9:00, seeing Matilde washing: same skirt, firm legs, so made up my mind, resolved. I said. It would be a most effective hunting method for the rest of my days.Spring was turning to summer and I had already got half the timber I thought I needed trimmed and floated and stacked down at the south end near the camp. I was heartily sick of the sight of the tumble of pines up stream, though, so I decided that I would move what I had up to the house platform before I continued preparing more logs.Work was sweaty and back breaking, and in the evenings Mataoka would soothe my shoulders after. Evelyn was a plump, busty blonde in her late 40s with a thick southern accent. The habit could do nothing to hide her wide hips and considerable curves. She was definitely one of the most opinionated of the sisters but also one of the friendliest. She was a hard worker and always the first to volunteer for new assignments.“Yes, thank you” said sister Abigail as she reached for her drink as well.If Evelyn had an opposite it was definitely Abigail, which was amusing since they were good friends.. " again making a mess of trying to explain the unexplainable inher eyes. She said nothing, just a smile before leaving the room.Sitting comfortably in the armchair making sure not to sit back crushingthe sash while holding Cindy like I've seen girls doing talking to theirdolls. I started telling Cindy all about my morning, yes the good andnot so good, asking if she liked having her photo taken with me, showingher my lovely earrings even the nose stud. At least it made me think ofwhat I seem to.