She is around 45-50. She was never treated like a servant; she was almost a part of my family. She was like a nanny to me. I was always in the kitchen...while she is cooking; she will tell me stories n teach me new games. When i grew up i came to Bangalore for my higher studies n settled down here. And since only my parents stay back in Kerala there is no much work so mariamma chettathi stopped coming to work. She stayed nearby so whenever my mom wanted help she was always there at her call.. All I could think about was how those lips would feel against mine(and how incredible they would feel wrapped around my cock.)After she finished scanning the books she asked if I saw anybody else in the library, I said no. She stacked my books in her arms and came around the counter. “I’ll lock up after you leave.”As she handed over the stack, the top book slid off onto the floor in front of my feet. She bent down to get it and which got my libido all excited; it felt like my cock was trying to. It was hurting all the time and the exhilaration was fading fast. The thought of how she must look sobered her up a bit too. Jessica was dead right about Jim - she would have an awful lot of explaining to do!It would never do to go through the rest of her life dominated by this particular fetish. She MUST do something to cure herself and she had a pretty firm notion as to what that would be.After cooking the three girls another superb dinner Jeremy drove them over to his friend's house and. So I handed her the soap that was just stroking my cock. She moved away from me a bit, but was still facing me. I can see that she is fiddling with something under the water. Not thinking about what she was doing I begin to stroke my hard cock again, this time slowly so as not to make it look obvious. All of a sudden she tosses me her bikini top. With one hand on my cock and the other in the water, I was helpless and it totally caught me off guard. They landed right on my face. All I remember.