She could feel the clit respond by increasing in size. She moistened her finger in the vagina then got back to her clit and started fondling it. Helen...would often masturbate to get off pressure, but this time, it wasn’t enough, she couldn’t come so she stood up and looked at Kevin sleeping on the upper berth, he was lying on his flank side facing her. She dipped her hand under the blanket, in his underpants she could feel his dick that was starting to get hard and increase in size. With her. She was a medium height maid on the darker side and with a lean figure. She had perky small but tight breasts and a small tight ass. Soon as days past even i got friendly with the maid and sometimes in the pretext of holding onto my son i would intentionally touch her hand and sometimes her back. She would not say anything. Soon as time passed i got even bolder and sometimes held her arm or patted her back, she still would not say or do anything, just smiled. Then i started noticing that. And long before any of these goons, I decided to do something about it. I poured my fortune into the construction of an all-male private college, in the tradition of Morehouse College. A place where young men of all races could get a shot at a good education. There are plenty of women’s colleges in America but the men’s colleges, well, you can count them on one hand. That doesn’t seem fair to me and with my usual flair, I sought to rectify the situation. You see, my sisters and I attended. It came up in conversation that she was widowed ten years ago. Her husband literally dropped dead at just thirty-six years old. That kind of put a downer on proceedings and I tried to lighten the mood – it was a pleasure to meet someone who hasn’t previously suffered my repertoire of jokes and funny stories! We finished our lunch and retired to her lounge with a nice cup of coffee – I declined another beer as I was driving later. I was ushered to the sofa and I was pleased she chose to sit next.