Those legs,that you slowly follow upwards to her wonderful bum. So tight in the jeans she'swearing. You can't help but stare at it as it sways in moti...n. You just sit there, watching ...and watching, you have no idea how much time has passed since you entered the room but you don't care. You're just watching her, the girl you desireso much. After a while she looks back at you and giggles as she knows what you've been watching.You don't know what it is about that giggle that made you so brave. Typically, these are sent by bored husbands without the knowledge (or interest) of their spouses, so I either ignore them, or, when I’m feeling generous, tell him that I’d only talk with his wife, if she’s really interested. That’ll usually end the conversation (except that one time when someone tried to impersonate his wife - unfortunately, she made the same grammatical and typographical mistakes that he did, but that’s another story) so I was quite surprised when I got a message from. I know what you like, baby. Your eyes close as my fingertips give you goosebumps. "That feels so good," you whisper.I lean you back toward the water, supporting your lower back with one hand, while the other rinses the suds out of your hair in the water stream. I take great care to keep the shampoo out of your beautiful eyes. My hands smooth your wet locks away from your face before I lean in to kiss your wet lips. My tongue easily slides inside your mouth to tickle your tongue.I know you feel. Maybe she was, but my common sense was telling me that this had gone too far.“Just let me pump your cock for a minute, and then I won’t ask any more questions”.“Check and see if anyone is near the barn, before we do it sis”“All clear”.Against my better judgement, I dropped my jeans took out my cock and started pumping.“Let me do it. I’m the one who is horny”.She walked over close to me and grabbed my cock and began pumping it with more enthusiasm than I had expected. I wanted to check her story.