With Rachel standing by her side so as not to obstruct my view which was very thoughtful she reached over running her hands up the back of her thighs ...o feel how tight her muscles were things got interesting when she got to the top and her fingers started running around her buttocks checking the tightness and then as she grabbed the waistband at the back of her knickers pulling the fabric up forcing the cotton tighter between her cheeks.I looked down at Milly and her crop top had slipped right. When I got to the top I nearly fell of the ladder in surprise. The pair of legs were foreshortened into stumps, ending in the twin globes of a delicious looking rump. The tightly stretched band of bright orange fabric told me it was Mrs. Ewing, but I really didn't need the hint. I stood there on the ladder hypnotized. She was lying on her stomach, and from that angle I could just see between her thighs all the way up to the thin strip of material hiding the treasure of so many countless. I turned to face her, the soles of her feet resting on my thighs. ‘What’s that?’ she stole a few glances my way, slightly distracted by the rustling of the bag. ‘Nothing,’ I replied casually while squirting some of the lotion in my hands. I warmed it in my palms before I took her left foot. She gasped as she felt my greased hands glide over her heel foot and press into the arch of her foot. Jo momentarily forgot about the tv and stared at me. I aimlessly massaged her foot all the while. She waved to the Swedish sisters, the ‘blonde-bombshells’ Liz called them to herself. Anika and Erika were twins, but not identical twins. All the women were tall, at least 5’8′, and Liz enjoyed being in their company, but it was so seldom that they got together all at once. Liz walked over to Charlotte and they shook hands. Liz was never comfortable with the whole air-kiss idea, and knew Charlotte didn’t like it either. Then she went over to the table with the drinks on it and helped herself..