He wondered what she was wearing under her dress. He thought of the stories he had read of French Maids as he was growing up. Was she wearing panties?...Did she have a garter belt on? She was wearing white stockings. He hoped they were not panty hose. He imagined they would be stockings, attached to a garter. He hoped for thin white silk panties, thin enough that he would be able to see the outline of her pussy. Looking up, he noticed that she was cleaning some of the higher shelves now. As she. " Kathy immediately raises her hand and asks. "I have seen my sisters boyfriend touch her butt when they kiss. Is that a bad touch?" Mrs. D smiles. Not necessarily because they have their clothes on and she is ok with him touching her butt." But if they didn't have clothes on or if he touched her boobs or front of her butt with her clothes on, then that would be more like what I am talking about." I get confused and raise my hand. "What if she doesn't mind if he touches her. I liked it. Soon, he was fucking my ass every day. I would suck him clean and then finger out his cum from my ass and swallow it. In high school, I got on the pill and tried others. I found that I loved to fuck. For the prom, I fucked my boyfriend while an anal train was run on my ass. I loved it.”She grinned. “He didn’t care for me doing that so we broke up. In college, I started rug munching with Miriam and some others. I love to fuck and haven’t said, ‘No,’ to anything yet.”She slid over to. He bit it and pulled it down with his mouth as he reached lower he removed the skirt. He went back up and removed the panties with his mouth too and she felt his lips brush her love hole. She wanted more and pulled him back there ordering him cajoling him begging him to suck her in between her joyful exasperations. He kissed her there and she felt oh so heavenly before he started letting his tongue deep inside of her. She felt the softness of his tongue inside of her and loved every sensation.