" My mother's no dummy--she probably knows more about computers than I do. I am undone, and I don't even know it--I'm five miles away and frantic abou... poor Judy.When I got home--even mothers of sick kids have to sleep sometime--she was just awfully sympathetic, forced me to sit down in one of our big floppy chairs and made me a cup of tea. Loose tea, in a pot, none of the crappy teabags I use all the time. She asked me all about Judy, and how was Bob holding up (he was in bed at the time), and. I called my wife who corroborated this fact.I smiled wryly feeling foolish of this unexpected encounter – the maid’s keen eyes however didn’t fail to notice the bulge in my crotch and smiled even wickedly at me.She muttered something unintelligible and when I demanded an explanation, she said naughtily that she now understood why Madam needed a rub down and soothing massage daily from her.She massaging my wife – that was news to me.I asked her to elaborate, when she told me that Madam had. I've never been hornier." How about your wife?" she asked. "Doesn't she make you horny, too?" She does," he admitted. "Lenore is a pretty woman, and we've done some great screwing for a lot of years."Sunny felt like establishing some kind of domination over this powerful, determined man, even if she dug everything he had made her do. She said, "You watched my ass and legs, you said. Do you watch your daughter's ass the same way? She's a year older than me."He waited awhile before answering,. All this and the pleasure it provided, the great feeling of having my dick pressed against Ally's tight behind, it was all too much. I abruptly jumped out of bed and dashed out the door never looking behind to see if I had awoken Ally. Since it was still early in the morning no one else was awake, I locked myself in the bathroom and tried to come to terms with what had just happened. I then noticed that my dick was still pitching a tent and figured I'd take care if this right now. I buried my.