It stayed that way as she removed my boots and socks, crinkling her nose at the smell. Then the pants came the rest of the way off, one leg at a time....mbarrassed and with a hard on. I selfconsciously put a hand over the offending body part when she peeled my shorts off. I stuttered out an apology. She just smiled and swatted my hand away, telling me that there was no point in hiding my little problem at that point.Aside from calling it a ‘little’ problem, seeing my dick didn’t seem to faze her. It was then that I realized that she was testing me, but I wasn't without some wit and answered her question as if she were a stranger from a far away land rather than a holy being."A jumper may be born either man or woman. From the earliest of times parents train their children in the art of jumping. He or she who jumps highest, and returns to Mother Earth the closest to their launch position scores the greatest points based on the ancient language of mathematics. These scores are computed by. I half jumped when I felt the oil being massaged into my ball sack and the shaft of my cock with Jane slowly starting to wank me as she did. She told me to stand up and as I did she stepped me out of my jeans and boxers, and then removed my shirt leaving my body exposed to her. She positioned herself behind me as she had with Andy, but this time her right hand was wanking me, slowly at first, as she did the forefinger of her left hand found its way to my arse rim. Gently she started to finger. But as he fondled it and I watched, it grew larger. So I wasn’t too disappointed. Besides, if I was going to let him put it in me, it would be better if it was smaller. He looked at me and said, “I’m waiting to see your pussy.”I had gone past the point of no return and besides I couldn’t wait to see what being fucked would feel like. I shucked off my sun-dress and panties (Keeping my tennis shoes on).He looked at me closely and said, “Not bad.”I was pissed off again and said, “Do you want to.