Rhoda had installed the cotton summer covers on the leatherette bar stools, so they were comfortable sitting in the buff. Andy had to lean back freque...ntly and admire the way Rhoda's gypsy-tan butt cheeks contrasted so excitingly with the bright fabric of the cover on which she sat."Damn, Rhoda!" he had to say finally. "I've admired your sweet ass from the first time I saw it, but... right now it's about to drive me off my nut!" He slipped from his stool and squatted behind her, then delivered a. The late afternoon sun beat down on his unprotected head, as heavy as the sullen anger in his heart. Clinging dust mixed with sweat to mat the heavy growth of yellow hair on his chest, back and shoulders. Like the other field workers, he was clad only in his usual garb of sandals and a short leather kilt.The shrill clamor of children's voices rose again from within the village. He swung his head from side to side, peering about from under heavy brow ridges. The massive gate in the log palisade. The touch of his body made me hotter. I was giving out sighing sounds when he began to kiss and bit my neck. I was moaning when he went downwards running his mouth all over. I held his head and my legs were kicking slowly. He went down on me and to the abdomen and beyond. I clutched the pillows and sheets in ecstasy. He continued kissing and sucking my thighs, knees, legs, ankles and feet. He also licked between the toes and sucked at them. It was when he licked the bottom of my feet when I. Only a small fraction of me paid attention - my faculties were focused inside my son's jeans.One of my son's hands lifted while the conversation swirled around us and rested gently upon my hip. Even as my venerable aunt went on about her kidneys, my son gently pressed my hip so that I shifted upon his lap slightly to our left.It was like being slapped across the face - what lay within his jeans suddenly shifted and jerked up against me. It shoved along the groove of my ass pressing the fabric.