Moments later, he sighed deeply as his muscles began to relax under Kaylee’s ministrations. She worked his shoulders thoroughly and then slid down o... the table a little and began to slide her hands up along both sides of his back, pressing hard like someone rolling out dough. As she moved forward on the up stroke, the inside of her thighs brushed his hips and, twice, he felt the fabric of her panties graze his buttocks. There was a sudden feeling of incipient fullness in his groin and he. They sprung to life as I reminded them we had work to do. "Sprung" not really the right term, they seemed to be stuck in first gear. Everything was done slowly and carefully. Betty could not garter her stockings so I had to help her. The white transparent panties she wore hugged her tightly and her pussy looked delicious and smelled of soap.Cindy needy help hooking her bra up. The bra clipped together at the front so I quickly jumped in and tried to assist. I will never forget the feel of her. As I was caressing her, I found my hands slipping in between her ass crack and tracing her valley from the top of her tailbone, over her butt hole, slipping down her neatly shaved wedge, over her now swollen pussy. She was still very wet. She was still dripping and there was cum all over the sheets, we were too tired to clean up.By now Harini was waking up, shifting in the bed. I looked up at the watch and we had time enough to have a quickie..I crawled up on her and kissed her at the back of. I was tired of the city so I thought I’d try the bucolic life. I’d visited there as a youngster and my father had spoken fondly of a girl he knew at a nearby farm, confiding to me that she had taught him “about women”. Her name was Freyda and she’d come to the states as a youngster with her Austrian parents who had become successful farmers, building quite a large holding of land for hay and grazing cattle.When I’d settled in I got directions and went searching for her. It took a while when I.