My skirt slowly slid up as her fingers traced a lazy design up my inner thigh. I was whimpering into her mouth when she finally hit my panty line and ...raced along the leg hole to my hip before finally slipping her fingers under the fabric. The slight tug and her shifting her weight told me what she wanted, so I lifted my hips a bit to help her get them off me.Once they were out of the way, her fingers started tracing that slow design back up my inner thigh. My legs fell open, giving my lover. I could feel their hard dicks. Some of the guys started to feel up my body. Naturally, some were surprised when they felt that there was a little package between my legs. I was wearing a skirt with crotch less fishnet pantyhose and a thong. Some just started to jerk my clit. But, nothing really happened with the men from the crowd. But, I was really aroused. The main artist of the night was a singer called Gentleman Spice, or something like that. It's not really a big name, but he was the main. We bought a new cherry picker on tracks so that it would move through mud better than one on wheels; we also rented a tractor with all the different attachments to clear, rough plough and then finish the fields off.I was in my element, I'd only driven the little tractor of Jacks but after a few quick tips from Larry, our new hand, I was raring to go. If we were going to get anything back from the new fields the next year, they had to be cleared, and a winter crop of cabbages, brussel sprouts,. She had been checking into an ad for a file clerk when she walked past a restaurant that had a "Help Wanted" sign in the window. She had gone inside, asked about what they were looking for, had talked to the owner and had been hired as a waitress.The base pay wasn't much, but she had been assured that the tip income (providing she gave good service) was real good. What I didn't like about it is that she would be working the afternoon shift, three to eleven-thirty with a half-hour meal period. I.