The daughter was all sugar and spice and everything nice but I found her plain white panties to be a turn off and preferred the mother’s French undi...s instead.Actually, she was being quite accommodating about bending over my dining room table and allowing me to pull her panties well out of the field of fire as I turned her delectable ass cheeks into a nice shade of red right in front of her excited daughter.“Oh, mom, I can do that. You don’t have to take the spanking instead of me. What if. And now the postcard for the new "helper" was on display in the local sari-sari store, I eagerly awaited the arrival of any applicants at our door: with me able to carry out the interviews in the absence of my parents who'd probably be at work when the girls called. Just the thought of it used to keep me awake at night masturbating.And so when the first telephone call came about two days later, and a lady called Carolina introduced herself, I told her that she'd be able to come for an interview. " No, well, I'm down to the last couple of bars I brought when I was assigned here. But you really deserve a bit of a pampering." Why thank you again." I debated for a moment, thinking of whether I was right in the look I had seen in Jill's eyes when I had watched her slide out of the car. I shrugged. Nothing ventured and all the rest."Jill?" Yes Bridget?" Don't you think we better share it then?"The curtain cracked again, a bit wider this time. Then Jill slipped through the opening and pulled. He sat up and brought my legs up with him and kissed my calves and quickened his pace, hitting a new spot each time he moved. It was so beyond amazing that soon I was having one orgasm after another. He stopped and I was in such a blissful state, that all I felt was that he had started to move me. The next thing I knew, I was on my right side and he was holding my left leg up in the air and he slid into me again and I groaned as he started thrusting faster. He ran his hand down my back and he.