Then he picked up my foot in his hand and gave me a little foot and ankle massage while I just sat there and tilted my head back, closing my eyes. The... guy must have been looking at my pussy while he was massaging my foot because I heard hubby telling him that he could touch if he wanted to…I just sat there and felt his hand slide up my leg and touch my pussy lips. My cunt was so wet by this time that his fingers just slid right inside me very easily. He rubbed my pussy for a moment and he then. “Well, I’m off to make a few hay bales. See you about one or so?”“Yeah. Hey, listen. Bob told me about the ground hog hole. You be careful out there, Buster. Why don’t you take my cell phone with you. I’ll be in and around the house mostly, and if there is any problem, you can call me. Or if that raggedy old baler breaks,” she added quickly.“Good idea. Thanks. What about if I get horny? Can I call you then?” "Absolutely not,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “If you get horny, you’ll have to. That is the smell of my ass, pee, and pussy. Do you like it? Does it excites you?<,. Although he cannot do anything and he is a little bit afraid of the situation, he notes that he also get excited by seeing the naked Aisha. She rises her body and starts to jerk him off. Slowly the foreskin of his cockhead is pushed down, her hands going down. To make her hands slide smoother around his dick, she spits in her hands before she continues. His dick is in a full erection when she repositions and. Loose fitting, it still didn’t hide a fit figure that looked like it might be fuller than first glance might suggest. Her passion for life was her most obvious feature. We learned that she was from the east coast and had been at the university for three years, majoring in art. Her medium was sculpture and her passion was the human figure. The spare room next to her bedroom would easily work as space for her to bring her clay and equipment. She could work there whenever she wanted on school.