. “ the farmer said, and bent to look at the engine.Standing next to him, Marcella bent forward also. His sneaky side-glance took in thetumbling bea...ty of her breasts. She wriggled slightly, causing her tittyflesh totremble.The farmer cleared his throat. A quick look told him that the woman’s k**s wereplaying at the rear of the car and that there was no traffic approaching on the road.He reached up underneath her skirt and grabbed a handful of her panty-sheathedbottom.She acted as if nothing. She told me I had better not be sorry, that was one of the best nights of her life. I chuckled, and told her mine too.I was tired, so I asked Oba to watch the drying today while I took a nap. He was glad to do that, since he considered it man's work. I ate breakfast and told them I was going to take a shower, Esta and Ona quickly got up to come with me. As we were taking off clothes for the shower, I told them thanks for helping me. They both kissed me and told me I should never bathe alone.. I was beginning to forget what real sex was like.I'd never had that much trouble, but my new job with its clearances and classified projects had me working under situations anything BUT conducive to romantic efforts. Endless overtime hours, long, sudden work trips, to places you can't talk about, and the effort to keep up with an extremely dynamic and dangerous situation left me little time for lovin'.Don't get me wrong. I absolutely LOVE my job. How many jobs are there where you can really. It seemed like I had all the time in the world to watch the train of events as they unfolded. My eyes followed Julies panicked glance at the wall socket where the cable was plugged in. I watched her grip the sides of the bath in a vain attempt at lifting herself out of the water in time. I heard the sizzle and crack as the dryer struck, then sank into the water between those lovely, smooth thighs of hers. Immediately, there was a hissing and bubbling between her legs, as if the heat that her.