“And where would we live?”“We would live together.”“In one bed?”He shrugged. “So what? You have the bed and I have some blankets on the ...loor. We’ve lived like that here for years.”“Not in the same room!”“Maritsa, this is the best way I can figure out how to do this. We need to leave Poland. America is the best place we can go. I know some English. You can learn. We will work hard and become Americans. They let people become citizens there. You will see. It will be a good life. I. “Can you help me?” “Let’s see,” he said, wriggling his fingers into my panties. By then my heart was pounding in my chest. He quickly located my clit and began to rub it. I was so wet that his finger slipped over me easily again and again, bringing me nothing but pure pleasure. I reached for his other hand and put it on my breast. I had stopped wearing bras around the house, so I could clearly feel the warmth of his hand on my nipple and the sensation of his fingertips squeezing and pinching. When my eyes opened again, it was just past 12 noon, it was a rainy Sunday afternoon and thankfully the maid had not come as usual, Nidhi was still sleeping on me, I slowly lifted her up and lay her aside, put my lowers back on and prepared some coffee for us.When I got back with the coffee, she was already awake and there was a look of surprise on her face seeing me carry the coffee, I gave her the cup of coffee as she sat up against the backrest of the bed. I sat along side her and as I we. But I'm sure he'll be back. So come inside and set those into the kitchen." I offerI think a little bit about it before smiling. "Just a bite of his brownies then. No more though! These are his favorite." I walk right past you into the kitchen, very familiar with where everything is and grabbing a knife to cut you a piece. I hand it to you on a plate, and put the beer case into your fridge. "I'll wait for him thenI smile as I take the plate and tries some of your brownies. "Oh wow, these are.