I could feel his warm breath on my belly as he rubbed oil into it, moving slowly around to my hips, his hands following the soft curve up my sides. St...ll working in a brisk fashion, his hands began to rub oil into my tits. I wasn’t sure if this was standard protocol, so I again kept my mouth shut as I felt him knead the oil into my size 36D’s.I was sure with his head being so close to my chest that he would hear my heart pounding. Concentrating on my breathing, so it wouldn’t come out ragged. I could do no more at present. So no point fretting.Regarding the second, after the break, there were bound to be some urgent staffing issues that had arisen over the weekend; the Christmas and New Year period seems to shake up a lot of people from their accustomed routine. I’ve read somewhere that the first full week of January is the big one for enquiries about divorce, as being together 24/7 for the holidays often crystalizes the reasons why one (or both) of the partners wants out. At least. She offered me another beer and of course I accepted. The beer was in a refrigerator in the back of the garage so I followed her in there and when she handed me the beer, all common sense left me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I pulled her close and we shared a kiss that meant so much to both of us! I could spend hours kissing her. The kissing got more intense and then we heard a noise. We turned to quickly see her mother leaving the garage. We had been caught!This was not going. I knew that we both thought she was likely straight, as only in horror movies would all three women in a bar be into girl-on-girl action.Inserting a coin, she made a selection, kicked off her shoes and stood poised, head down and the Bruces were thinking this is not the way they remembered it here. Her choice was Icehouse the most ironically named band for a stinking hot day. And, as Great Southern Land echoed off the walls, her hips moved left and then right, forward and back, just like Uma.