’ She grinned at me through the windshield as I walked around and got in on the other side. As I started the truck, she slid over and cuddled up nex... to me, laying her hat on the seat. ‘Be careful what you wish for,’ she whispered. ***** The café I like is out on the East end of town. As I drove out that way, I found I was more sober than usual. I figured it was the good company and all the dancing. There were only a few cars in the parking lot so we had beat most of the drunks. When I parked. She then extended her other hoof and repeated the activity."Oooh, ha, ahah!" she squeaked."What's wrong?" I demanded nervously."Pins and needles."We all visibly relaxed as Dr James spoke."Well, that's a good sign anyway, take your time Veronica." Oooh! Gosh. I just had a strange thought. I- Gosh no! It wasn't my thought. I just got a funny reaction from the pins and needles. There it's gone now. Shall we try and put the weight on my legs.As if to emphasise her words she gently paddled her. It’s a close-up, and any imperfections on the face will be visible. We’re talking freckles, zits, scars, dry skin, eyes too close together, just about anything someone could call a “flaw.”Think of someone you know. Does their appearance change from day to day? Your answer is probably, “Not much,” but if you think about it a little longer you’ll realize you’ve seen them on days when you might comment, “Rough night, huh?” Your mood changes the appearance of your face. The weather can change it.. Then she starts at the bottom of my feet massaging the base of my feet, squeezing and rubbing my calves, further up my legs to my thighs. She is teasingly close to my pussy lips as the moves her hands in and out from between my legs, a couple of times I am certain she grazes my pussy lips with her fingers, I am so not sure if I am imagining it! She pours some oil onto my buttocks and I feel some of it trickling into my crack. She squeezes my bum cheeks and slips her oily fingers in between.