When I reached to my car I got an idea, I called my sexy maid with me to help me with the box. We both got into car, she was looking good with green s...ree and loose hair, I complimented her and she blushed. I asked her phone number so I can give here call if there any emergency work. She took her mobile from her blouse and shown me her number, I was staring at them continuously, which she didn’t mind. I noted her number in mine and gave her miss call her and asked her to save mine.We went home. I hurried to get up, but there was no question in my mind that my parents had heard the sound of my clumsy pratfall.After returning to my bed I waited for a few minutes to settle down. Then I couldn't remove from my mind the vision of my parents copulating. I got all hard again, and was just starting to feel a tingle in my cock when I saw the shadow of my father in the doorway of my room. I pretended I was asleep, but didn't have time to cover the fact that my cock was sticking out of my pajama. She opened the third button of her shirt button just to check if it would show just some more of her cleavage. She felt naughty.She sat in her big chair, crossed her legs and couldn’t help but imagine making out with someone in her office, She wanted to be stripped and choked and fucked on her table. She wanted someone to destroy her pussy, make her difficult to walk and leave her shivering. She craved to be fucked by a man.Her husband wasn’t satisfying her. Most of the time, he was too drunk. Just how the wonder controls the mind is amazing.In answering a feedback email about my stories, I noticed her text and immediately assumed, well, you are just not doing it right. LOL"Great story, I'm not quite a squirter more of a dribbler. But I lovereading about other women who can squirt. Keep up the great work."Hmm... How do you do it right? Well, it's all about understanding women, girls, broads, dames, hotties, and, well, it just can't be done. I can only guess God just didn't want us to.