It was doing me a lot of good too. The smell of pussy was in the air, and I didn't know if it was more here or more me! "I'm touching your asshole bab...y, do you like it?" Shelby could only manage a feeble "Yes" as I pressed a little harder. My fingers weren't actually penetrating at this point, just rubbing all around her sphincter like a digital rimjob. After a couple minutes of that I went to other areas; thighs, calves, feet, back and shoulders with real massage work. Occasionally I'd slide. But,I was so persistant she finally started to entertain the thought seriously after all these years.Well,one night(of many)we were laying on the bed,kissing and touching eachother when I turned our attention to me arranging a guy or guys for her before I fly out for work.She looked at me with a smile and said "Just make sure they are about the same age as me(32)non smoking,clean,hot hardworking tradesman type bodies!That was music to my ears so I grabbed my laptop and went straight to the. ....Eventually after a few minutes (well time stood still, so it doesn't matter how long, it felt incredible), they swapped, so Lisa on my right side stood up, Emily continued the blowjob on me, Lisa stood up while I kissed her on the mouth. And like with Emily, I reached underneath Lisa to get my fingers onto and into her sweet pussy, thumb circling the rim of her arsehole while I fingered her hard with the intent to make her cum hard enough that her knees might buckle a little bit from a deep. .. Any word about the possible?”S: “Nothing. I’m on Montour Road now.”M: “Montour? Where the hell is that?”S: “It’s on the other side of the mountain from First Fork Road. That’s S.R. 872 to you white men. Someday you gotta learn the names of the roads. I’ll hit Highway 120 about five miles east of where you are. I’ll stop there and see if I can make contact.”M: “Copy.” He clicked off his radio. “Fuckin’ voodoo,” he mumbled to himself. “ ... He’s gonna make contact with some bird ... that’s.