"... and I simply don't understand how you even get up in the morning knowing what a waste of time you are when you write your stories. I cant even 't...y' to get into the fantasy with all these pitiful mistakes. Since when do girls touch their 'punts'? Honey, its spelled Cunt not Punt! Maybe if you didn't type with one hand buried in said cunt you could focus that sad excuse for a brain. Its painfully clear your either too dumb to proof read the thing yourself, or too embarrassed to ask someone. She told us the servants had been given the night off so she and Mandy would be serving dinner. That was why she greeted us in a French maid outfit. It was black, with a bustier top that held her tits up but did not cover them. Her nipples had been rouged and their redness drew my eyes to them. When Helen saw where I was looking her nipples immediately got harder and I could see them expand over the top of the bustier. Her short skirt was held out by a petticoat slip; it came to just below her. Lynn/Ray stood up and helped me off with my shirt and pants, my cock was as hard as it’s ever been, Lynn began to kiss down my chest and took my cock in her mouth, I almost came right then, he knew it as he slowed down, and just held my cock tight in his mouth, as he caressed my thighs, as I calmed my self he gave me the sucking of my life, moaning while deep throating every inch, as he pulls my hips towards him, he lifts my legs and begins to kiss down to my asshole, teasing around it for a. My dilemma had suddenly become even worse, how could I enter the bedroom now. She’d be so embarrassed and would absolutely know that I had at least heard her if not seen her masturbating. I stood there contemplating my options, I started to here soft noises coming from the bedroom, oh my word, what if she came into the bathroom and saw me standing there like an idiot? I quickly decided to sit back on the loo, I pulled my knickers down. At least if she walked in it would look like I was having.