.." She whispered, "I look like..." You look like a MILF." Kyle said, slapping her behind. She blushed deeply.She stared in the mirror. She looked ama...ing, but it was just a bit off. Her figure was magnificent, to be sure, but her unaltered face seemed out of place on it. And while she was glad to be younger, she had hoped to gain more youth back than this."Are you finished?" She asked, nervously.He studied her for a moment, and she became certain that he could see the disappointment on her. So I was eager for the day to come. She did the household chores and I used to watch her. She usually wore a salwar kameez or saree sometimes. When she wore salwar and did her work she didn’t wear a dupatta. So when she bent down I could see her huge cleavage.I often tried to make her bend down to pick up something or other. I would enjoy the view. And when she wore saree she looked damn hot. She would lift up her saree while she cleaned the clothes. Even if we had a washing machine she. My own orgasm was building very quickly as my fingers slipped over my clit, I dropped my skirt as I covered my mouth with my hand as I quietly moaned and cream ran down my leg, I desperately needed fucking.As I watched Steve giving Mary a good fucking I can’t lie when I wished it was me. As I corrected my clothes I couldn’t take my eyes off Steve rogering Mary as she groaned away. I’d only been looking for a short time when I heard Steve grunt and then watched him slow down, it was obvious he’d. Okay?" Don't worry darling, I am prepared for the worst," I answeredtruthfully, "And then you can probably offer me a glass of wine, I amdying for a drink."I heard the clicking of his shoes as he started walking, he must haveheels on I thought; I only hope to God he is not a French maid!In seconds he was standing in front of me, a silly smile in his face.He wasn't a French maid after all; he was a plain ordinary maid and helooked real, that much I could tell at first glance. I didn't have a.