Mr. Prand told the attractive woman, "Drinks, please, Julia. Our usual,I think." He turned to Burt. "Yes?" The other agreed with a nod andthe woma... left."Now," Mr. Prand said to the maids, as if everything that was happeningwas perfectly normal and expected, "would you like to use your hands oneach other? Touching here and there?"This was the worst thing that had happened since circumstances hadforced them into this unwanted employment. But they were desperate, offbalance, stressed out,. I basked in her vulnerability and completely enjoyed the view she was giving me. Her legs were now over shoulder width apart. Rachel has always had great legs, toned, and shapely. They aren’t very tan, like I said before. But, they weren’t white either. They had just enough color to give you the impression that while she didn’t display them often. Every now and then she let the world gaze upon her. I guess we were supposed to feel privileged. My eyes followed them up as the inverted V they. Our families definitely noticed. They joked about it (nervously). They joked we wore out 5 beds in 6 months (not true)or that we were trying to have triplets (?) etc. They thought we were just eager to conceive another baby. But we weren't. We were just addicted to high risk sex. They would have been shocked if they had known how much we were fucking.We were fucking over 30 times a month for three and a half years until she finally conceived our second baby. It took over 1200 pussy creampies to. " My confused brain wondered, incorrectly, how she expected me to get rid of my vagina. Then her hand cupped under my breast and I gasped. "These are nice enough, though," she related, eyeing me as though I were a roast in the supermarket and she was assessing the servings. "Firm and pert. Cute. A little small," she added, looking into my eyes, and I felt the shame of the small-breasted girl I'd always seen myself as. Her thumb and finger gripped my nipple, and I wondered why they were erect..