There was no turning back... no Daddy to call upon for help this time... only the handsome-homely boy whom she loved so much... and together they woul... work it out! Yes! They would; she felt confident of it, but she must do her part too... and at the moment, her end was the cleaning and straightening up of the house according to the list of printed instructions Mrs. Keele had given her.Jean found a Kleenex in her tiny uniform apron pocket and used it, then raised her firm little chin. " By this time, I'm in deep. My face is flush, I can hear my heart pounding...hoping she doesn't freak the fuck out and run off screaming. After contemplating for a while, she says "So, what do I have to do?" Well, basically you have to lie on the massage table and let me practice rubbing your muscles. It's very relaxing. Some people fall asleep" "Do I have to be naked?" "Well, technically yes but, you lie in the table and cover yourself with a towel before I come in" "OK. let's go!" as she. I went back to the area before by the sheet(see pic#1) and found a nice rock for sitting. I pulled my pants off exposing my hosed legs, wich are now glistening from the sun, wich is getting thru some patches in the clouds. I dont do this very often and my heart started to race really fast. even more so than when Im buying pantyhose/lingerie at department stores. I slipped on my heels and stood up looking at my legs. I then looked around for a few minutes, making sure I was alone. I then took. The robe tented out in an unmistakable way. I blushed, but I also felt kind of flattered. It was me as a girl who was making this man react to me, in this fashion.He grinned lasciviously at me, making me feel like a fly in a spider web. He walked over, very slowly and stood right in front of me. I had been sitting on the edge of the couch, so when he stood in front of me like that, the tented part of his robe lightly brushed against my face. I could smell him again. It was nice.I looked up at.