Ginny caught up with him and slapped him. ‘Ow, ow, it tickles!’ cried Ethan. He fell down, laughing with tears. Ginny swooped down on Ethan and ba...ged his chest with her fists. ‘There’s a… little mouse… jumping on me!’ he exclaimed, almost out of breath. The older Mrs. Clark observed the scene from the picnic blanket. ‘Who would have thought our Ethan and your Virginia would make such a nice, young couple?’ she asked. ‘You know what they say: ‘Life is full of surprises.” answered Mrs. Greene,. The household work was done by an aged maid servant who used to stay inhouse. We used to call her amma(mother). Amma’s husband was a frail looking man who worked as a gardener cum watchman in a bungalow about three kms from where we stayed. Amma would go to visit her husband on altenate Sundays . I would generally accompany Amma on her visit to her home which was a dark and dingy room which smelt of burnt pine wood. Mostly, amma would ask me to play with the dog while she and her husband would. But that's another story!) Anyways, she satisfied my sexual urges with handjobs and the occasional bj but by the time I was 16 I needed more and started grabbing her panties from her gym bag. Oh were they awesome!! She'd wear the same pair all week just in gym and shower and change afterwards, but for that hour she was in gym she sweated..........A LOT!! She always wore just plain white cotton panties and let me tell you, they'd soak up the butt sweat and pussy juice and little squirts of pee. ” He looked over her shoulder.She grabbed his chin and turned it towards her; she pushed her tongue into his mouth as she lowered herself onto him and inside her.“I want Cock!”His eyes opened at his wife’s admission.“I mean, it won’t lock. The door, I mean,” she stammered. She didn’t stop riding him, though. She knew she had said ‘cock’ and it had excited her further. Her nails dug into his back as she did.“Oh, my God,” she heard him say, as she writhed on his bare cock, covering it in her.