— ‘Wh – what are you doing?’ she asked, her eyes round. He let the shirt slip off, his jeans soon joining it on the floor, and reached for her...blouse, undoing the buttons methodically. ‘I would think it’s fairly obvious,’ he said sardonically. ‘Will -‘ He paused briefly, studying her eyes and seeing alarm but not fear. His fingers moved swiftly until her top hung open, revealing her cream-colored lace bra and the heaving chest under it. He gripped her waist, knowing he should take a step back,. But if you were to get a close look at Tiffany you might notice that she's a pretty cute girl. Tiffany is a shy young beauty who has just survived the ordeals of high school. Most days she could be found leaning her slender figure against a wall somewhere quiet where she could read her books or browse the web on her phone. Whenever she had to walk somewhere Tiffany would hold her books close to her well-developed chest and drape her amber bangs over her hazel eyes out of a fear of being. I suppose a lot of guys would have, but not me. Hell, I was in serious love. I asked her to marry me a month later.For the next few years everything was fine. No kids, but Mary seemed pretty happy and I know I was. This is probably a good time to describe Mary for you so you can get a good picture of what she looks like. Mary's about 5'4" tall. I don't know how much she weighs, but it's not much. Her bar is a 34b; she has the cutest tits. That's what I tell her. They're not big, but they're. Jefferson.She quickly put me to work, helping make the dinner. I felt really oddworking around her in the dress and heels, but she treated me just thesame. She did require me to call her ma'am or Mrs. Jefferson. She saidwhen I was dressed as the maid I should be respectful to my superiors.She gave me tips on cutting the meat for cooking, how to prepare thevegetables, and other cooking knowledge. She also showed me how toproperly set the table. Everything went smoothly through dinner andthen.