When she was washing I would hug her from behind and tried to caress her. But nothing worked. Day by day I got desperate. Fucking her was the only thi...g that was in my mind.One day… I made my mind. I said to myself that today I would definitely fuck her. I had so many ideas within. I even thought of forcing her if she didn’t submit herself.With that determination, I went to her home. She was inside the kitchen cooking something. She was wearing a nightie. Her husband was as usual in his room,. She don’t have to worry about her past. I would take good care of her and satisfy her every need. After the dinner, she insisted in paying bill, but I said since I’ve asked her out, I should be the one paying. So, I paid the bill, came out, sat in the cab. I told her that I’ve a surprise for her at my apartment.She was quite thrilled by hearing that. I asked the driver to take us to my place. When we reached at my home, I asked her to wait outside for 5 mins. I went inside, checked the. There was another, less obvious, but he’d eyed it, in her groin. Her soil smeared, perspiring, swarthy face attempted a smile and responded, knowing he was looking about a foot below her face.“Sure is Mr Saville, just about finished here. Going on to another job, busy busy.”“Hmm good, you do enjoy getting deep into the shrubbery don’t you. That’s a lovely bush by the way,” he pointed past her but close to her hips. “You’re a little soiled and damp I see.”His fucking innuendo, she pondered, does. ”My parents and Suzie left, and I found myself with Jeana and Mrs. Rogers. “Carl, I know this isn’t my business, but you only visit your home?”I shrugged, and then took a deep breath. Mrs. Rogers was a good person and a good teacher. She had taken a chance on me. “I moved out two years ago. I have an apartment in Towson.”Mrs. Rogers’ eyes snapped wide open at that. “Two years!” She looked over at Jeana, who had an arm through mine. “Oh, my!”“I’m pretty independent, Mrs. Rogers.” I gave a.