Your legs are spread and your muscles are tense. The candle light casts a warm, sunny glow over your open pussy. I begin to move towards you and you ...ush me back with your legs. Again our eyes lock. This time you forcefully tell me to wait. This time I listen. You tell me to slowly unbutton my shirt.I take your hint and slowly take off my belt and keep it in my left hand. You look down at my pants and can see the bulge in my pants. You approve and smile. With my right hand I slowly pull. Her nod was barely noticeable as he waited, fingers softly stroking.Like a cat he moved to her side of the couch, his one knee slightly under the leg he was petting, the other just behind her hip. As his hand progressed another slow, soft inch, he leaned in and softly kissed her mouth. Her lips moved tentatively against is as he softly probed with his wet tongue.As his hand moved a confident further two inches up the leg of her pants, her mouth opened, and she played her warm, wet tongue. ”She further added, “She has eyes on you from long back but didn’t gather the courage to ask you. As she was working from so many years and my mom treats her as a family member also.”Now after saying this to me, she said, “Get ready for an unexpected surprise.” I was like what more now after this. She blushed and went to the kitchen by giving me a smile.Coming to the maid’s description. She is 28 years old with a slim figure, but with huge melons. She has a clean pussy without a single hair. And most of the women looked horrible (God, I hoped I didn't look as bad!). Jayne, the Homecoming Queen, was especially far gone. Sure, she was a success (junior executive, two kids, a rich husband), but she was a good thirty or forty pounds overweight, her hair was short, spiky, and died a rather unattractive yellow. Her earrings were too big, her makeup too thick, and her clothes too tight. All those guys who used to jerk off over images of her back then... What a thought.I watched women come.