I could tell he was struggling with two wonderfully sexy options, the shoe or the toes and finally he decided on the toes again and joined me in worsh...ping her tiny toes and feet. I looked up to watch my young lover looking down at us worshiping her toes and saw her bite her bottom lip as her hips started to rise and fall. John looked up at her too and I think that was too much for her. Her face and upper chest flushed bright red and I recognized the familiar shutter of her orgasm starting. She. She reads people frighteningly well and after the evening you and she and Kelly spent together, certain things slid together in her head. She came to me and we talked about it. She was certain enough of her 'read' on the situation to be willing to bet all her worldly fortune on it, which was more than convincing enough for me ... I believed her quite easily right off the bat." Oh God ... look Margo, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ... I'm sorry. Can we just forget this whole conversation ever. It was how farms used to make their own electricity for lights and stuff. If there was no wind and your batteries were going flat, you could use the motor generator. Your grandparents must have gotten it right after World War II to power milking machines.”He shook his head and added, “This area finally got electricity from the REA about ten years after that. When that happened, most people took out their Delco systems or sold them for junk. This one is in perfect shape. She must have had. She adjusted the patches of fabric over her breasts."Do you like it?" she said.He nodded. He especially liked the way it barely covered her boobs, and the way her nipples stuck out through the fabric. Pam put her hands on her ass."What do you think of this side?" she said. She wiggled the straps down a bit."Great."Pam turned to him. Her face looked up to his. Her lips parted slightly and the corners of her mouth curled."Do you like the color?" she said in a soft voice. Her hand brushed his leg..