Shoulders and arms too were deliciously coated, the hands brushing aside the straps of my top. Ryan asked me to turn over and a little awkwardly I go... on to my back holding the top over my breasts. The hands massaged my hands; my arms were held out as the limbs were stroked and caressed and I drifted in the exquisiteness of the sensations. My arms were held out in front while the top was removed. More lotion was trickled onto my upper chest and rubbed over each breast. It was only when they. It felt good. “I love you, Cheryl. I just want you to know that.” I leaned my head back on her shoulder then leaned my head and kissed her on her ear.“I love you, too, Francie. I need to talk to you, though, so you understand how I feel. It’s strange, and you have to promise not to laugh.”“I can’t promise, sweetheart, but I’ll try.”“As much as I love my brother, and have for a long time, and am even in love with him, you’ll notice I didn’t sit behind him and pull him into my lap. Francie, I. It was summer...mid-August and the weather was hot. Gaby was enrolled in college but school was out. I thought that is was safe for me to assume that she would be home if I were to visit. And her parents would be at work.I am nearing retirement at 60 years of age. A big woman with a wide ass, bulging belly and pendulous 44E breasts. A fat old broad but hey - I have my needs!After lunch on a Tuesday afternoon I took the plunge and checked out of the office for a "random field evaluation." . After all, I’m here to help!’ I looked at the sincere expression on his face, thinking that he probably meant it. I took a closer look at him, trying to measure if I could trust him or not. He wasn’t the most attractive man I had ever met, with his slightly crooked nose – that seemed to have been broken at least once, his short but shaggy blonde hair and his slightly below average height, but he had wide, strong shoulders and there was something charming about the way he was always smiling.