I used to be back home by that time and would be relaxing mostly. I don’t know if it was my sexual frustration or being alone with her as she worked... I slowly started having some naughty thoughts for her.Unknowingly, I started being very friendly towards the maid, talking to her while she worked. Sometimes I was even helping her with it.I was getting restless by just looking at our maid’s deep cleavage and her round jiggling ass as she worked. Masturbating while imagining her wasn’t helping. That day was nothing compared to April 23, 1990. That was the day myparent's divorce became final. In my seventeen years I had never reallyknown my father. What little I did know, I didn't like. He was drunk whenhe came around the house, he cheated on my mother with a number of women, andhe was a loud, filthy-talking man. The years of abuse had finally takentheir toll on my mother and she divorced him. After the last papers weresigned, which granted her full custody, her emotional state. However, I actually had to have three wanks so worked up was I. The whole idea of those boys cocks spurting their spunk onto the knickers I had been wearing was so overwhelmingly erotic I had weeks and weeks of wankings. Unfortunately, of course, I didn’t dare keep the ‘offended’ knickers and had to throw them in a dustbin the next day. I was sorry, in a way, but I just thought that if I’d put them in the laundry basket my mum could have asked a few very awkward questions! I never got to know. Mistress in the mean time had moved behind Alana and was fondling her ass and cupping her tits. Alana let me go and turned around and kissed Mistress while grabbing her ass. The two of them started making out and slowly striping each other. When Alana took her top off I was astounded she had the firmest biggest tits I have ever seen, with gorgeous long nipples and perfect round areolas, her body was wonderful, very pale, which contrasted with her jet black hair, and her body was hairless and.