Here, I must describe her. She was around 5’4” in height, with a rustic curvy body with strong arms. But the fair complexion of her skin was surpr...sing for me, since before that I had never seen a woman working in households for a living so fair. She had boobs to die for. They were perfectly proportionate. The 32 C boobs were soft and firm (obviously I got to know later). She had a sweet round face with pink, juicy, full lips and deep dark eyes.She also had jet black long hair and a sexy voice. She felt an ache in her breast and sadness in her heart, her son had been injured and she'd been unable to protect him. As he stood in the sunlight she suddenly realised how much he'd grown over the last few months, she could see the shape of the muscles under his abused skin. All signs of puppy fat had gone; her fifteen year old son was closer to being a man than a boy. She was rather surprised when rather than blush or try and cover himself he just met the maid's eyes not reacting as her eyes. Well, it felt both hard and soft. That I didn't expect. The top end was so soft and smooth, like velvet. And the long part was solid inside and warm, really warm.We all sat on his deck chair, our hands roaming his body, especially his hard cock which just seemed to be the most amazing thing we'd ever experienced."You can touch us, Brad, we want you to, go ahead," Melody said as she lifted his hand to her breasts, the breasts that Darcy and I both wished we had.We still had our hands on my. Here is the drawing I did based on Tony’s original sketch. It’s a generation removed from the original. Look at what he has drawn on the wall. This is what ‘an artist falling in love with his model’ means.”“Tony?” Kate looked at me strangely.“Yes, yes,” Doc said. “I did not draw from the model. I drew from his sketch. My drawing is technically correct but lifeless. Tony has drawn this model and I would guess has even painted her.” I nodded. “Look at the eyes. It is not only how the artist sees.