He clasped my hand and led me outside. We took a bus, since our car was at the mechanic's. The other passengers gleefully checked out my chest as it j...ggled up and down while I walked up to my seat. Harry sat beside me and immediately pulled my hand down to his rock hard dick. We were on the last seat and the only way anyone would see us was if they turned back. He undid my blouse buttons pulling my boobs out and unzipped his pants to reveal his dick. He placed my hand along the length of his. "A cook and her daughter and a very old man. I do not need two cooks. Nor two maids or kitchen helpers. What shall we do?" I'd like to stay and be your maid," said Miranda. "Your momma had her own maid, didn't she?"Anne nodded. "She did, but things were different then, trade was good, and I do not think I can afford it now. Is there anyone in the area you'd like to work for, either of you?"The older woman nodded and smiled. "There's a blacksmith on the Riley farm, good fellow, he and I, well,. “I can hardly wait.”By Sunday, I had served all three women once to our mutual pleasure, and very early on Sunday morning was roused from my sleep by the man’s daughter, who let her nightgown slip to the floor as she stood smiling beside my attic bed. I pulled her under the covers and we let our mouths join. Her exploring hand grabbed my thick phallus and then her other hand joined the first.“I don’t think I’m ready for that,” she said, stroking me gently.I kissed her again. “Let’s try,” I. . He walked toward her, and she stepped back against her desk, whimering. Her scent was lightly spiced soap, with a tang of anxious sweat. He reached to where the towel was tucked into itself, securing it to her frame, and released it. It fell to the floor, exposing her incredible shape. He had never seen her nude, of course, and he stared at her dark brown nipples, erect with anxiety, her wonderful legs, and her shaven crotch. He had always wondered whether she shaved.She was crying now,.