When he was about half done, she appeared in some sort of tiny cotton playsuit and decided to sun herself. She lay on her stomach, peeled off her fril...y top and called him over, clippers in hand, dripping sweat and admiring her lean body with its smooth muscles, mounded ass and trenched spine. She was already golden tan with no signs of strap mark paleness.“Do my back, please, ‘ she said, sitting up and holding the scrap of patterned material to her full chest. “I don’t want to burn.” She had a. " Thanks, Jon, I know that, I can tell that you all care about me, and I do appreciate it. Blame my hormones! And please keep going at that knot by my shoulder blade, it's almost exquisite agony, but it feels so much better already."I continued with my massage, feeling her trying to relax her body, even though I knew that the hard pressure of my fingers must be causing her some discomfort. When I had finished, I got her to turn over and I gently caressed her front with her lotion, trying to run. Over the next few weeks we got to know him better, inviting him for dinner a couple of times a week and becoming good friends with him. We didn't do anything until one evening when Dave was over for dinner and Lisa was wearing her usual tight blue jeans, her small round ass looking great under soft denim. As the night progressed I could see Dave’s eyes following Lisa as she walked around our home. Later, when Lisa had gone into the bathroom, Dave leaned over to me and said in a low voice so. Is another story for another day!!!Mrs Fields Paddle: Maybe the “REAL” star of this story. It was about 16 inches long, aged looking, had a thick handle with grip tape on it. It belonged to her father, so I’m guessing it has been whacking bottoms for many years. It also was about 6 inches wide, just wide enough to burn your whole bottom good. It had finger cut outs for a better grip. It also had “Old Sparky” written on one side and “OUCH” on the other. It was an object that…to this day…puts.