“How did you know I was dancing?” she asked. Her head swayed with the tempo and her hands found my shoulders. Eyes closed, hair falling in her fac... between us. “You’re always dancing in your head after you get enough wine in you, you always do,” I said. She took the player and in a few taps: “French Disko” by Stereolab jammed into my ear. She matched the tempo with her knees and her hips followed. Her hands ran the length of my backside several times removing my shirt with one of her long. I don't know if you heard but I won the Open yesterday," she said proudly."Aye, Lass, I heard. Congratulations. I suppose that means ye will be back on the tour soon." He didn't say it as if he was happy about that possibility."I don't think so," she said. "I have a new job ... executive assistant to the president of Bending Willows Golf Club. So I won't be able to just drop my duties and take off on tour."The look on Scotty's face was priceless. He couldn't believe what he was hearing,. . But that was just the first night. I couldn't wait for my parent's to get out of the house the next morning. Time seemed to drag until their departure at nine o'clock. I masturbated in the bathroom just thinking of the time when I could get inside the maid's knickers again. Now I knew what her opening felt like as I'd fingered her the previous night, I was more eager for her than ever. I could still smell her on my fingers, and once I'd watched their car go down the road I immediately went. Mum was on the phone to everyone involved in the sale of our house and the purchase of the pub, she waved to me and blew me a kiss as I poured myself out a coffee, she was sitting at the breakfast table surrounded by letters and documents, a lap top computer and half a dozen empty cups!She sat back in her chair as I kissed her neck and slipped a hand down into my shirt that she wore over yet another short skirt.Her nipple was hard and pliant, a rubbery little nub between my fingers as I rolled.