“Duh.”Without saying a word, she turned in the cabin seat and faced me. I stripped out of my polo shirt and unfastened my belt. I toe-to-heel kick...d off my tennis shoes and then I shimmied out of my jeans, leaving on my bikini briefs which barely covered my massive erection at this point.She reached across the seat divider and placed her hand on my tool, feeling my tool.“I like deese,” she remarked softly.I reached across the divide and fondled her left breast, teasingly pinching the nipple.“I. “Honey, I’m here before heading home, are you decent?”My new — well I guess I can’t call her my girlfriend, although I had been thinking along those lines because she really was amazing — my gurl-friend called out, “Give me a minute. You should have called, baby.”The voice, a deep one that seemed to be coming from the bottom of a very large barrel, said, “I know, but this was a last-minute thing and I wanted to see you.”“Alright, just give me a couple of minutes.”She held a finger to my mouth. Don’t worry Arthur,’ she said. ‘I am not going to make a fuss’, and she left the room saying no more. I looked at the letter with slight surprise. Jessie’s letters had been getting fewer and shorter of late, and rather more like chatty accounts of the doings of her neighbours and friends than the passionate outpourings of love I had received in the first month or so, the ones that Mabel and Emily had read. This one laid out the matter clearly: Loughborough, October 1858. My Dear Arthur, You may. They were just some standard massage oils. I opened one up and put a little on her back. I started massaging her shoulders, spreading the oil as I did it. It was the type of oil that seemed to soak in. I worked on her shoulders and then took my time working over her ass. As I did that, I kneeled over her legs. I could see her pussy and asshole winking at me whenever I ran my hands up over her ass. I started to get hard again. I decided that that was not a good idea, so I worked my way down her.