I was sitting on the living room recliner as Amy entered the room.“I think I’ll take you up on the massage offer Ronnie.” She said as she sat do...n on the floor and positioned herself between my legs, her back to me.“My pleasure s*s, feel the magic touch of big brother’s hands.” I said laughing.“Yeah, ok, I’ll be the judge of that.” She replied laughing in return.I started by kneading and massaging her shoulders, then her neck. I rubbed up and down her arms, then as she leaned forward, up and. Her father worked at the local water mill and they lived in the village close to the mill. Most of the workers’ houses were two up and two down, with an outside lavatory. Bath-time meant pulling the tin bath out and filling it with warm water from the boiler in the back-kitchen, which was heated with wood.Her mother would take charge of bath night and always left her and her brother who were close in age to have the last bath of the c***dren before her parents had theirs. The last action was. She pushed her self up out of the chair and moved toward me. She stood very close. Her crotch was level with my face and only a couple of feet away. I could smell her sex, and see the clear outline of her pussy beyond the tight lycra. She ran a hand up her leg, under her t-shirt and massaged one of her tits. The nipples were poking through the soft cotton top.My shorts, which were pretty short, bulged almost immediately. The tip of my hardening cock peeped out from one leg. She looked at it,. Using the computer to the right of where he sits, he begins typing out a message. When he is done, he pulls out a thumb drive and slips it into the computer. A few mouse clicks later a signal is sent and a few seconds after that, the drive fizzles and the computer quietly shuts down. He looks at his watch noting the time and gets up to leave the room. He cracks the door and uses his flexible camera once more to verify that there is no one in the hall. When the coast is clear, he steps out. He.