Am Liebsten w?re ich zu ihnen hinunter gegangen und h?tte mit geputzt,aber das ging ja nun einmal nicht, ich war ja ein Mann.Jetzt nutzte ich jede Gel...genheit, die Zimmerm?dchen bei ihren Arbeiten,nun selbst in so einer Uniform zu beobachten. Auf einer Nachbarterrassekonnte ich eine arrogante englische junge Frau sehen, die sich einenSpass gemacht hat, das arme Zimmerm?dchen von oben herab beim Putzen zuzuschauen. Am Liebsten w?re ich r?ber und h?tte Partei f?r das arme Dingergriffen.Nun kam es. A few weeks went by & I actually quite liked being out & about early in the morning when it was still relatively quiet apart from the sounds of the milk float trundling around the streets,milk crates clattering & old Milkie whistling & the night shift blokes making their way home.So one saturday morning I went to the shop as per usual & Mr.Singh gave me his usual gruff,'Alright k**,ya ready for ya shift,then?' Only this time I noticed he wasn't dressed in his day clothes,rather he had on a pair. Twenty minutes later that problem was solved on the couch in the foyer, again me loosing my seed inside her at her request. That was the happiest I have ever been, on top of her with her legs wrapped around me, being able to see her beautiful face, and her amazing breasts, both of us completely going at it unrestrained. I learned in our post-coital cuddling that her and my father hadn’t had sex since Nicole was born. I learned a couple years later that by this point my father had been. I put another finger in. I was lost in ecstasy and speeding up. Then I stopped suddenly. I realized that she had stopped peeing, and my pussy was making wet noises that seemed to resonate in the bathroom walls 100 times louder than they should have been!"All done?," she said from the next stall.I panicked. Did she hear me? I didn't answer."Not..quite..." I said.She replied, "Good. Me neither."What did that mean? I just heard her finish peeing...And then I heard it. That sloppy, wet,.