Her skin looked perfect. She had just finished towel-drying her hair when the urge possessed me to lie down next to her and kiss her. I did. I kissed...her softly. Her mouth opened gently to let my lips inside. She smelled fresh, like baby powder. I began kissing any part of her skin that was exposed. I became infatuated with her skin... its softness, its smell, its moist, its silkiness. I moved to kneel between her legs and reached down and opened her robe to expose her beautiful breasts. Her. The next morning though as she did her cleaning of the public rooms and restocked the bar it was very much on her mind. At eleven o'clock she told James she was going to take the dogs for a walk, which she did but also called on Mrs Cunningham.The Cunninghams had two King Charles spaniels which were yapping in the background when Margaret Cunningham opened the front door."Hello, Jenny," she said. "This is a surprise. What can I do for you?" I've got a problem I'd like to discuss with you." I. “Now,” I gasped and Rita understood. I lay back and she knelt over my outstretched legs her soaking wet gusset only inches away from my throbbing cock. With her left hand she pulled away the hem of her boy short. With her right hand she stroked my dick aiming the tip at the slick wet patch of her pussy hair. My ears were drumming; the heat centred under my belly button dissolved spreading to the root of my cock. My back arched and I started to shoot the biggest load of cum ever. It hit Rita’s. Ata?"Mr. Ata sneered at Kathy. "I think you're unclean, and you think I'm evil, don't you?"Kathy paused. "I won't stay for conversation, but I will answer that question." Kathy looked downward in thought for a moment, and then looked up into the intense hatred in Mr. Ata's eyes. "A great poet once said, all spirits are enslaved who serve things evil." So you do think I'm evil!" I think the cause you serve is evil. Look at you, a slave to your hatred, chained to believing your own lies, trapped.