Farming was no life for the faint of heart or for those lacking determination or effort. It was then I noticed her hands as she pointed something out ...to Ned on the map.Those were hands of someone who was used to the dirt and understood the lay of the land as it shaped you both mentally and physically. As Uncle Joe had said at Brannigan's funeral, she was tough. As tough as they came.My eyes stopped on the swell of her hips and the curve of her backside hidden under her thick skirts and I felt. Just not Mr. Forgettable."First, get naked ( giggle )" she said to herself as she ran the tub in her bachelorette apartment. Bubbles formed in the tub and over her head; at least how she pictured it. Which would last longer was anyone's guess.Bubble One hovering overhead: ' The guy will be like Clooney only younger and he'll be surprised at how pretty I am because he heard I was top of my graduating class and thinks girls can't be smart and look smart at the same time. ' POP!Bubble Two hovering. She takes both her hands and rests them onthe bed just to either side of your head, above your ears.This forms a gentle trap that makes it clear that youshouldn't move your head. She now begins to move her crotchforward and back, dragging her wide-spread cunt over yourentire face, from your chin to your forehead. You can feelthe bump of her clitoris ride over all the features of yourface, top to bottom. Then she focuses on your nose, thumbingher clitoris side-to-side over the ridge. She hasn't. Staring at those heels so perfect with pointed toes made from leather, I could feel my cock bulging, her chair swung toward me her leg bobbing up and down my eyes following every movement……….. For some reason this meeting felt different. “Just to let you know, I heard you talking to the guys about what you wanted to do to me, how you would, how did you put it?”Shit! “ Erm erm I don’t know what you mean”“I think you do” her voice stern, her hand reaching in the top draw of her desk her leg.