’ I asked: ‘What?’ She answered: ‘A back rub.’ I said: ‘OK.’ We stood and moved toward the first bedroom. Then I asked: ‘Just a back r...ub?’ She answered: ‘Well a front rub too. In fact you can rub me anywhere you want to.’ I replied: ‘Even there?’ She answered with a big grin: ‘Especially there.’ She undressed and climbed onto the massage table. She settled with her face on her arms rather than using the face support. I started with her shoulders. I used oil. She was not too tense. She made. The feeling was one of “What happened?” in that there was no time to really savor the experience, talk, recover, or anything else; just fuck and go. While there was certainly something exciting about it all, it was also fundamentally unsatisfying. It also had an air of unreality about it.I went back to work, ran into the bathroom, and cleaned up as best I could, then returned to work, still reeling over what had happened. Returning to the mundane world of work seemed all the more surreal. I. Then, I heard Rondo calling Sheila - and her answering him. I changed channels, but I could hear Billy Wayne answer, even with my radio tuned to another channel.At 5:00, I was standing at the end of the rows they were on when they came to the road. I pointed toward the shop, and both of them waved, then headed that way ahead of me. I knew they had covered at least forty acres, no longer than we were hereWhen they parked their tractors, they jumped from the bottom step to the ground, and I. My bullet was on my clit but it wasn't enough. I puckered my ass cheeks and popped you out. My Anal cavity felt weird. So you went back for the pussy and used your fingers again. Anal is the only hole no one else gets. It's a soft limit. It's not my favorite, but twice a year, I'll let you hit it. Slower this time. Even steadier, you inched your way in. Doggy style. My buzzy still on My clit. You started slow. My back arched up to show the mild discomfort. You adjusted my back to .