Kristina returned to the pile of clothes which she had placed on one side to iron. It took an hour as usual to iron everything, but she found ironing ...elaxing rather than boring. Once the upstairs and ironing was finished Kristina dusted and hoovered the stairs and the downstairs hallway. Kristina knew the living room was left to do and started towards the room although that was where Heather would be. She walked in and asked respectfully, “May I clean in here please, Miss H?”Heather glanced up. I didn’t just sit there. My whole body bounced up and down on his cock. I did everything I could, moving my body every way I could until he finally gave me what he wanted.As a more powerful orgasm filled me, as my body started to go stiff and I arched my back, he thrust up. He unleashed his torrent of cum into me as my body shook from my own orgasm.He rolled me off of him after he was done. I wasn’t his girlfriend. I was some slut that he and his buddies had just fucked. They left me there, my. Because if I’d known I would have pulled them shut, see because I hate underwear and don’t any on today. But at lest I hoped she liked the show. With the new template pants on I turn around and saw her still stand there, I’m sure my face turned a shade of red, she never let on. Stepping out and back up on to the little platform she began to take measurements and jotting them down on her pad of paper. When it came time to measure my inseam she set the pad of paper down. Placed the tape just. "Yes, sadly I'm needed elsewhere." I gave my best fake smile and wished everyone well. George and I climbed into his red mustang GT. I loved his car, it was my dream car, but I refused to tell him that. I could feel tears stinging my eyes as I sat there in the passenger seat. He kept glancing over at me; I refused to look at him. "Annie, I don't want this to be goodbye.” "George,” I sighed and lightly rubbed my burning eyes. "I'm moving out of state in a month or two. Just forget we bumped.