Stroking the feathers and contemplating where the lost feather could be. She left the clean up crew a big mess in her attempt to find it. She counted...the feathers one more time. ‘123 … 456 … 78,’ Lynn sighed then put the Trinket in the seat and shut the car door. She turned on her heels and followed the scented trail of food. The Last Chance Bar and ‘Grill’ was a service station, truck stop, café and motel combination. Lynn slid into a booth towards the back where it was mostly vacant. A few. I decided to take a chance and test my luck. I went near the fence and try to communicate in a friendly manner. But the first sight made my jaws hit down and my eyes got bulged. She was so sexy in tight low cut T-shirt. Since she was wearing a short skirt and sitting carelessly I was able to see her inner thighs, which is milk white in color and chubby which made me hard and tent. I could just say only “hi” and was in dream world. After 2 min I got a call from my mom, I went inside and. He’d done the flirting and he'd managed to capture her interest. What did he want to do now? At this point he had to make a decision as the hen party seemed to be getting restless looking like they might move on to another venue. Did he really want to go any further? Sarah was equally nervous about the situation she had found herself in. She didn't know what she wanted to happen next. She thought she’d just be out with her friends. Maybe have a little flirt with some men of her own age and just. . softly,……up and down, …..tracing every inch of your waist with my strong, powerful, gentle hands. You relax your arms to your sides and I now caress them as well, careful to massage them after a long day of work, relaxing the muscles, easing the tension, stroking the firm flesh that now is in my hands. I trace from your sleek sexy hands, to your wrists, slowly up to the elbows,……. sliding up to your bare shoulders, massaging them and slowly moving my hands to the base of your neck. My hands.