I reached up to take her hand and adjusted the position of her fingers slightly. “If you start like this, it’s easier to make the next change.” ...Sue tried again, almost making it. “I see what you mean, but I just can’t make my fingers work.” “Practice.” I reminded her, reaching up to correct the position of her fingers again. This time Sue looked at me, not our fingers. The look in her eyes was suddenly intense and the temperature in the room soared even before she said, “If I take the guitar. Treat them well. As you can see, they know their food,” I beamed as I ate my chicken-fried steak and mashed potatoes with gusto.“Yeah, I know. I brought you here the first time, kiddo,” Curtis reminded me, making me blush and laugh a little at my short-term memory lapse.“Touche,” I admitted while Curtis claimed the trio, “your butt really looks nice bare-naked with a red sledgehammer tattoo on it.”“What, this ol’ thing?” Rania snickered as she wiggled her swarthy bottom, “I look forward to. I rode along the fence of the property he was riding on. I could tell by the way he handled the horse he was a true blue cowboy. I figured a catch like that was already married so I rode home. The next day I couldn’t help myself when I went on my ride, I had to see him again so I rode past the farm and he was working on a tractor. He saw me and waved. He started to drive the tractor over to me when he got to the fence he turned off the motor and yelled “Hello”. He smiled a. I don't know what to tell them." I hung my head and thought. I had my hand on my eyes and looked slightly up, I noticed I could see her panties under her skirt. At the time, Denise was a nicely shaped proportionate woman with a J-LO ass and full 36C breasts. I still found her sexy even if she could infuriate the piss out of me sometimes. Now I kept trying to look at her panties while still trying to stay mad or seem mad about what was the on-going argument. It was hard with the growing problem.