His was light blue. Most of the girls all owned a similar shirt. Some were yellow, some were lavender, and light blue is always popular with the girls... as well. But pink was Brent's favorite – and no one wore a pink cotton oxford shirt like she did at that moment.If one were to look back, they could almost ask how on earth she got away with unbuttoning three buttons without any comments from her mom or his uncle. That third open button made all the difference in the world. Her skin was perfect.. That is a prime example! Having a man kiss me like that in the kitchen while making breakfast. I missed that for sure, being a widow and all that. That was definitely something to look forward to, honey. You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? This whole new feeling of having a woman to hold, to kiss, to fuck, so forth. In other ways, you’re having fun with it!” Christina commented on how it must be to experience things from Abel’s perspective.On the one hand, she knew that he had enjoyed all. I have magic fingers after all. ” I say with a smile. “Alright then. I’ll set up the table in my bedroom, and call you in once I’m ready” she said, before getting up and leaving. I watched her ass sway to either side as she did.I waited in the living room, nervous as fuck. After a while, I heard her call “Ok come on in.”I went inside, and my cock instantly twitched in my pants. She was in her bra and panties, with a small towel to cover her ass, lying face down on a massage table. “There’s some. The boots were not cool, cheap purchased by my cheap father, but I wanted to be prepared, ready to work when the moment came, just how the parochial lords of my past trained me.My father had told me, “Never make mistakes!” and prefaced my anticipations for keeping a job I was already afraid of. I’d long learned threat of discipline was always hanging ready around the corner, metered by the harsh authority in school. And I guessed I was anticipating it here as well in this cold non welcoming.