She is a widow and lives alone. One day in the late afternoon having finished cutting the grass of the property that I maintain, Linda came over and ...sked I would like to join her for some coffee. I took her up on her offer and we went over to her house and she heated the water for coffee. We sat and talked about our pasts and our families and enjoy the coffee and each others company.As we sat conversing, Linda tried to scratch her back but could not reach the itch. I volunteered to take. When I finally finished cutting the lawn, I started thewatering system to make sure the grass would stay in shape and not startto dry out under the hot sun of Arizona.Finished with the work for the church I entered the church again just tobe reminded of that weird sensation, I didn't know why but I made sure tobe close to the altar when the services started.The service went really well father seemed to really be able to inspirethe crowd, and I didn't know what it was but all the people praying. Either way she was pretty worn out when we got back to the Cabin.I was so out of breath I couldn't speak. I was happy to see that the Girlie Girl was just as bad. I had worked with the female agents before, but they had always been like me. Okay looking mostly they were from some elite paramilitary group. Unlike me, from the department of fish and game, their file were filled with heroics. The new women were in the deception business, not the paramilitary.They had been recruited for the soft. Throughout the evening I was treated to poorly disguised wide-open naked crotch shots and an abundant amount of nipples that were obviously staged for his and my enjoyment.It was pretty much that night that I realized that when he was distracted or not around she didn't seem to object when I would brush her slightly but very obviously on her breast and ass. Soon after that it got to the point that when we were alone I would cup her ass fully and fondle it with no real objection.I couldn't help.