She bit my neck and shoulders, making her way down my body. She undid the button on my jeans and I heard the zipper follow. I lifted my ass off the co...ch as she scratched and clawed at my hips, trying to remove my jeans and briefs. This woman was an animal! She sent my shoes and socks flying in every direction, knocking over a lamp and a picture frame. Soon I was sitting there naked as the day I was born. After accomplishing her task of getting me naked, she took hold of my cock and wrapped her. Can I help you with that?”“Oh, no sir, that wouldn’t be right. I’m almost done anyway, Mr. Andrews.”“You know my name?”“Oh, yes sir. Mrs. Jenson told me to take care of things.” The girl curtsied a second time. “I’m Jeanine, sir, the maid. If you need anything, just ask.”“Thank you, Jeanine. Uh, call me John.”“Oh, no sir. I couldn’t do that.”John was saved from a fruitless argument by Malcolm coming in from the large room opposite the parlor. “Thank you, Jeanine,” he said. Turning back to John,. Anyway, Mom is Jessica Jane Peterson. A thirty-nine-year-old no nonsense all American girl born and raised in the Southern Bible belt and as prim and as proper as could be. Married at nineteen to an asshole. Divorced at thirty-seven to the same adulterous drunken asshole who walked out one day and never came back. Mom is the Doris Day type. Five-seven straight up and down with shoulder-length white blonde hair that was always immaculate wherever she went and whatever she was doing. Bright blue. I just don’t want to lose you.”Kelly’s shook her head, her eyes getting a little watery. 'I broke up with Jeremy two weeks ago.”That’s when all of this started in the first place. “You did? Then… what exactly is going on?” I’m so confused. Kelly plopped down at the dinner table, looking up at him as tears freely flowed. “I broke up with him because every time I was with him, I would think about you. When he tried to have sex, I would make an excuse why I couldn’t, because I only wanted you.