My frustration had been intensifiedpast the usual hormone induced urges of a normal 15 year old guy by my sisterSara, who shared the back seat with me...all day. She wore short cutoffs anda t-shirt with no bra to keep the big nipples of her sweet 17 year old tittiesfrom being very noticeably displayed, and casually, incidentally rubbed orpressed against my arm or thigh several times by her. Sara even put her handaccidentally on my cock during the ride, the last instance being when I hada raging. Right away the AC stopped in the cab. The rust bucket carefully pulled off of the road and then moved across the field that I was plowing under, towards me. The field was so fucking dry that even as the dust plume that was trailing behind me settled, another came towards me with the oncoming truck. Just barely, through the dust, I could see her waiving at me.Cracking the cab door I was met with the searing dry heat that had settled over us weeks ago. Immediately sweat beaded on my forehead. I. While Marion suspected it, Gail didn't realize that at that moment she'd stolen a piece of his heart.As for her being alone, she had always figured after her divorce she would meet someone. All she seemed to attract however were men who were on the make; ones who believed all divorced women where easy. It was the old "once they've had it on a regular basis, they can't live without it" myth. She avoided these ones like the plague. But she didn't understand that the somber expression that she. Happy that my plan worked, I told her fine, told her to warm some oil. When she was back with the oil, I had stripped completely. I lay with my face down on the bed and asked her to massage my back first, as it was stiff by sitting in the office every day, then followed by my legs, thighs and then my buttocks. When she was done, I turned over, asked her to massage my feet, then gradually moving upwards to my arms and then chest.Finally, I asked her to massage my testicles. I always keep that.