I don't know who is in it, but I can sense one mind. I stop at the passenger side and try to smile. Then a gentle push. Gentle. Just lower the window....he window hums and lowers, and I blink in surprise. It's a woman.Geez, she's gorgeous. A real sight for sore eyes. Tall, sort of sandy-haired. Big blue eyes to get lost in. Wearing a blouse that's tight enough to show off her figure, not so tight that it looks slutty. Nice skirt, showing off her legs.I finally notice one of those legs has the. She gasped at his invasion of her but stayed as she was, with her knees spread wide to give him access. He fingerfucked her until her eyes rolled up into her head. She shuddered satisfactorily.John helped her up, and she stood, weaving from side to side. He turned and started up the path."Sir!" came her panicked voice from behind him.He turned and saw her leaning heavily against a convenient tree. He cocked his head, silently asking her what was wrong."I-I-I-I'll take that offer of a ride, if. In fact I didn't want to open up what might be a can of worms because although I had the impression that the feelings were mutual there was something else I couldn't put my finger on, and I didn't want to lose her. I did show her how to use one tool on the lathe by putting my arms around her and my hands on hers, and I have to say she felt very good, she even pressed back into me for a moment, but then pulled away. She was spending several days a week with me and learning a great deal, getting. Indeed, the site was nearly pristine and the ground around it was covered with a scattering of broken pottery shards, flint chippings and bits of corn cob. There where no other footprints in the sand, suggesting that we were the first visitors at least for that year. We quickly worked our way through the checklist of standard questions, Donna obediently following behind me taking notes as I described what we saw. God, what a job! I now had an archaeological assistant who insisted in doing her.