I had just completed my graduation and was having my long vacation. My parents were very busy and I was alone all day at home. I was a very desperate ...irgin back then. I used to masturbate thinking of my maid Kamla.Kamla was not beautiful, but she had average looks. She was 35 years old, had a dark complexion and long curly hair.Kamla was a little chubby. I was so desperate that I wanted to fuck Kamla. I approached her many times but was unsuccessful.Finally one day she locked my room door and. ‘Blow me a kiss, sugar!’ Leaning in the door jam, I blow him his kiss and wave my hand. He doesn’t see the lone tear sliding down my cheek. He gets in and starts the truck, pulling away from the curb, away from home, away from me. I turn and close the door. Walking around the house aimlessly, I find myself walking into the bedroom where we spent our last few hours together. Bed sheets lay in a tangle, the smell of him still lingering in the air from his recent shower. I lie down on his side of. I smile, ours eyes meet and we kiss each other again. This time stronger and longer. I don't remember breathing. Our bodies clash together like lovers who have been away from each other for years looking for the love they left behind. I was ensconced in her heat. We peeled each others clothes off easily. Our bodies were working in tandem to satify each others lustful pleasures. I layed her down and began to lick the sweat of her body to quench my thirst. She moaned and rithed as if to tell me. Some background: My SIL is something of a free spirit, 35, never married, has tried her hand at a lot of livelihoods, seems to have some psych issues with men and only seems to date guys that are not going to be serious partners for her. She's active in a 12 step program and has channeled her frustrations and energies into exercise - neck deep in cross-fit and similar programs. Complicated broad. Very fit, very attractive, very screwed up.She moved into a new apartment in late June, isn't.