And then he discovered the maids' uniforms. He always had a secretpassion for them but it took him years to order a couple of them throughinternet. He...somehow felt ashamed to wear them. But the urge was far toostrong and finally he secretly became the maid of the house. WheneverCynthia was away, he was always in a uniform when he was doing hischores. Nothing fancy, just a housekeeping light blue, grey or pink dressand a full white apron, sensible shoes, light makeup and a short pageboywig. Of. This was part of my initiation into my fraternity. I was to steal underpants from all the girls in this sorority in one night, label each one, and get out of their rooms without being seen. I have spent this last week watching each room, including the dorm mother's room, to get a feel of what they were like and when would be the best time during the night to sneak into the rooms.I have seen just about everything that can be done during a sex act in this last week that I could ever hope to see.. There was something in her slow walk and short skirt and the look that she had given me that made me feel like it was okay to go and talk to her. As lame as it was I decided to ask for directions. I knew exactly where I was and where I was going but she helped me out with my map of Tokyo. Luckily she had learned English and seemed happy to practice with an actually Brit. As I showed her the map she took hold of it lightly too with our hands touching. This make my cock twitch, she was definitely. The outfit was supposed to entice my husband, not be seen by my son. My mind cleared only marginally, but it reminded me that the bright red thongs were so skimpy that even after trimming my bush some hairs stuck out the sides. And the black fishnets held up by a red garter belt made them look even more slutty. My hands went everywhere at once. I must have looked like an octopus falling from a tree.I shrieked. My right forearm swung across my breasts and my left hand cupped my crotch. I spun.