She worked the oil into my skin with long, firm strokes, moving up my left leg. She folded the towel over to the crack of my ass, completely exposing ...y left cheek, and worked in long strokes from my ankle all the way up to my waist. It felt heavenly, and I moaned softly, a combination of contentment and building excitement.After repeating the process on my other leg, she covered my rear completely with the towel and said it was time for me to flip over. As therapists usually do, she stood at. After Big Bird and Snuffy sang the alphabet, she sat up and kissed my cheek. "I need to go see the house."Half an hour later, Melody and I stood inside what had once been her home.The drive had been a silent one. She had sat looking out the window lost in whatever place she made for dealing with everything that had happened to her, and I had let her be. Anne had assured me that she was strong enough to face everything, and I was trying to believe her in order to not become overprotective.I. She had always kept it natural and was proud of the thick reddish brown triangle formed by the patch of hair growing there. Her legs were still almost perfect too all the way from the top of her thighs to the tips of her toes. She quickly finished drying herself and slipped on a t shirt and pair of light blue bikini panties before leaving the bathroom for the comfort of the bedroom. She slipped under the covers and turned out the light leaving herself in total darkness. As she lay there she. It's a glorious sunny day to be at the beach feeling the sun on my nude skin, and Pebbles is only 10 metres or so away laying face down on the warm sand unaware of my excited stare at this moment. As I glance in her direction I have a gorgeous view of her ample cleavage. Her large soft breasts look sensual and erotic and I have to roll over to avoid my obvious arousal. She catches me looking in her direction and we exchange admiring smiles. Then I pretend to look down at my book again as if I'm.