Amily the personal maid-1

“You won’t be single long,” all my friends joked after my first wife died.

I think they were just trying to cheer me up, so I would toss back playful answers like, “Well, the kids are too old to need a hot young nanny…”

They would play along, with answers like, “so audition maids willing to look good in the traditional short skirt…”

By which time, my balls would be heavy as I pictured a tight young lass with pert breasts overflowing a cantilevered bodice, bending from the waist to dust a table, her perfect heart shaped ass displayed above stay up black stockings, framed by a frilly mini-slip, but wearing no panties. Mostly that image would be followed by a greater heaviness in my heart as I missed my wife, who had enjoyed playing dress up for me, but never more.

“My luck, I’d get some old Polish Grandma in a babushka,” I’d reply, to end the discussion.

Mostly, someone would add one last joke, like “hey, dentures are sexy… toothless blow jobs.” and we’d all laugh and order another round.