You couldn't see the head, because of skin covering it.Her head swiveled back to Dick's... "dick"... she decided. It wasn't a penis, and it wasn't a p...ick. It was a dick, because it was on Uncle Dick. She remembered his thick finger in her pussy, and stared at the big blunt head, that was impossibly too large to fit in a pussy, even though she knew that's where it had been when her best friend had been concieved. She could see, intuitively, that, once the head was past her pussy lips, they'd. Living in a metropolitan area, you’d think we’d have no trouble finding a regular sitter. Not so. While a number of high school girls were willing to commit to the isolated Friday or Saturday evening here or there, no one was interested in completely foregoing a social life by giving up all Fridays or Saturdays through the school year. Being too busy to attempt to coordinate the services of three of four different sitters to get what we wanted, I decided to place an ad in the paper for a. "With a magicians showmanship she stripped the duvet of the top of thebed to reveal what she had laid out underneath: a maids uniform.It was horrible. A black dress, white apron. Even a set of pantyhoseand smart black shoes. I gasped, I simply couldn't believe it. No waywas this right, no way was this for real. No way was I going to wearthat uniform.I turned and looked at her, my eyes as wide as saucepans. "You arejoking, aren't you Mrs. Remington?"She gave a hearty chuckle and kissed my cheek.. Her incredible fun bags would press into my chest and never failed to get me hard as I walked out the door. I found out Lynne was married. After she had her one kid, she never lost the weight she gained. But I thought she was still very doable. Her husband was a bit of a jerk and lost interest in her after the baby was born. She said she wanted to lose some weight to see if she could re-ignite some passion in there marriage. Last summer I started noticing her starting to drop some weight. .