Every time Phil finished with a chore, he would come back to find me to get another. I loved watching as he furtively glanced to my breasts then back to my eyes. I relaxed back on the couch, opening myself as wide as possible to encourage him to continue. Neither one of us was very subtle.
I felt like Cleopatra the way I got to tell him what to do. It was like my house was my empire, and whatever I said went. I did my best to work when he was busy, but my mind continually drifted to his amazing body.
Thoughts ran through my head all day, the kind that everyone has but few ever admit to. I imagined him tripping and falling on top of me, grabbing my breasts in the process. I imagined falling into him, then having him pick me up in his strong arms. I also imagined many, far less innocent sc
