I think sex is how great you can make your partner feel,no matter what sex they are. This story was prompted by another one i read and thought maybe...this would be something to share. Hope you like it. When i was growing up my neighborhood was small and the kids on the block all had there own little groups. Mine included Steve, Fred, Jenny (who just hung out with us because she gives steve head). Steve was the one all girls. Soon I realized that I needed my own maid. Now for a maid I had my own personal requirements. 1) She had to be punctual2) She had to be young (not for perverted reasons)3) She has to be hot (for perverted reasons) I talked to my neighbors and then my security guard for such a maid. He told me that his friend’s wife was looking for such work and she would be very able for the job (as my maid). I asked him send her to me that Sunday and went back home. That Sunday I waited for her. By 11 o’clock. I wrapped my hand around the 410 gauge derringer in my coat pocket. If that thing went off it was going to ruin my coat and make a god awful mess of Blain's not to bad face."So you are the bad ass preacher lady?" he asked."I am and I suppose you are Blain Atwood, brother of the very rude Thomas Atwood?" I suggested."True on both counts. The shame of it is Thomas didn't learn anything last night. He is still determined that you suck his dick before he kills you. I told him to just do a drive by,. “Ravi, you are not supposed to look at me like this,” My mother spoke as if she was outraged. “Mom, I want to kiss you,” I opened up with a smile.” You are sexy.”If I need to explain her immediate reaction in just a sentence, she looked shocked.“Wha-a-at?”“I said, I want to kiss you”“Stupid,” My mother fumed. “I can’t believe this. I am your mother.”“Yes. You are,” I retorted.” My problem is not exactly that. You are sexy.”“Disgusting,” she screamed and covered her face with her hands as if I.