She looked like someone who works out; her body fairly radiated fitness and health. From her sandaled feet, up her long slender legs, her wide hips an... big lush breasts in a short cotton dress, she was a picture of young healthy blonde animal.We both stood for awhile, leaning on the cold rusty railing and looking down at the stream as the sun sank slowly west. A flash of white caught my eye down in the trees. Below us, probably sixty feet away, a woman was sitting on a rock, reading. She was. ” I got off of his lap and went on my stomach, like he had said to do. He poured the oil onto my back and neck and worked his fingers hard on my body. His hands were very strong as he rubbed my body. He poured the oil onto my buttocks and worked each cheek for a while. “Oh that feels so good. I can feel all the stress leaving my body.” He poured the oil over my legs and feet and then went back to my buttocks. Kneading, pressing, and releasing the toxins and stress that were in my body. . Prârthâ then, lying on her belly it seemed, kissed the stocking covered feet, moving those kisses slowly up the stocking covered legs. She moved herself back up onto her knees in a kneeling position as the kisses slowed down further as they travelled over Beverly's thighs to the top of the stockings.Beverly closed her eyes as Prârthâ placed kisses on the top of her thighs before finally feeling her soft moist kisses on top of her pussy lips before Prârthâ's tongue slid slowly and deeply inside. Any man at any age would have found her very attractive. I was no exception but never thought of her in a sexual way beyond thinking she was beautiful.Finally, on one Saturday, at around 7:00 p.m. during a slow period, she pulled me over to her express register. She was the only express cashier open at the time, so we had a bit of privacy. Pulling out a coupon as a distraction, she asked, “Jack, when was the last time you got lucky?”“Ummm…I don’t understand the question,” I responded with a.