Our meals were delivered, but those fingers kept their presence, gently circling against my inner thigh. Feeling like a torch against the tightly stre...ched nylon of my hose. As I took a drink of my tea, Jim tried to push the hem of my skirt higher, but it simply would not go. Careful to maintain my composure, I lifted slightly and he shoved that skirt up to the bottom of my panties on my right hip. His hand instantly followed, his fingers tracing out the line of my underwear under the. "I would hate to think I was the only one who had fun." I grinned and kissed her again and flexed my shrinking cock inside her. She responded with a sigh and a squeeze of her own that ejected me from my warm glove of flesh. That made her moan even more."I guess that means I have to get dressed now," she said with a pout."Not on my occasion," I respond squeezing her ass playfully."Oh, do you think anyone would complain if I went around the offices like this?" I wouldn't, but Craig might," I. “Lift your skirt, Jen,” Amy said. “Show the kids your hot little pussy.”Jen closed her eyes and steeled herself to cross a new frontier. She reached down and lifted her skirt to show the Mansker children her special treasure.“Wow,” Daniel exclaimed. “She’s not shaved down there like Mom is.”The thought that Daniel had seen his mother’s pussy and knew she was shaved gave Jen a small thrill.Silence hung heavy as Jen continued presenting her pussy to the perverted family and they stared at it. Sometimes the shells were slightly dented from their exposure to the constant riding in the saddle and the fixing of the fences that helped keep their stock from straying. He usually carried a spare box of cartridges in his saddle bag to bolster the rounds on his belt and in his six-shooters.It was the sign of a hired gun and not a run of the mill cowboy more interested in the whores upstairs over the dusty barroom or the card game going on in the bunkhouse almost non-stop.Sam's female boss.