My stories are more of the way leading up to the sex than describing the sex itself.Our maid is an old lady in her late 40s or 50s. She used to come e...rly in the morning and do all the chores in the house and leave at around 10.00 am.I usually work from 10:00 to 17:00 so I hardly used to know at what time they come to do the afternoon chores. However, during my off-days, I used to see this girl in her early 20s coming to our place. She had huge boobs and an ass to die for. She wasn’t that. Her boobs were crushed over my back. We reached the town in 10 mins which actually takes more than 20 mins to go. The she finished shopping and we were about to leave while walking out of the super market she said meShe: At least now you drive slowlyMe: Are you afraid of my speed?She: NoMe: Then what?She: I want to spend more time with youMe: Hey what’s happening here we both broke up and having bf and gf now.She: So what? You are always my firstMe: Ahem Ahem!!!We reached the parking and I took. Elmer would sit around our old heat stove and tell us about all the places he'd been and the things he'd seen.Since that was before the days of television, in fact, we didn't even own a radio until several years later Elmer Peako became our entertainment, telling us funny jokes. He was just fun to be around.When my mother, Bessie apologized for burning the food on our rickety old wood stove with its non-existent temperature controls, it was Elmer who lightened the moment by remarking."Don't you. This was my third visit to her in the one hundred and twenty days since I put Cathy in the cage.I followed the small trail, moving the devices to hide the entrance and carefully replacing them. The location had been carefully selected in a box canyon deep in rugged hills. It was desolate country, rarely visited by humans, so desolate it wasn't even on the route of the illegal immigrants coming across the Rio Grande. The chances of someone finding her were extremely remote. I had hidden it.