She stuffed more work-like clothes into a duffel along with other equipment and went out to her car.She was half way to the stake out when her phone r...ng. She dug it out of her bag."Lisa? It's Walter. The council wants me to meet with them this morning so I'll be a little late. Sorry." How late is 'a little late'?" I'll be there by noon, I promise." I guess I can handle two hours on my own. I'm looking forward to seeing you, Walter." That sounds like a good thing." It is, so I'll see you. She was facing the mirror, applying her makeup. The dark stockings showed her curvy legs, and her panties covered only half of her ass. She looked so sexy that I wanted to fuck her myself."What do you think honey? Do you think he would fuck me?" She turned around to face me,with her tits tightly held together with her matching bra, garter and stockings. She pushed her titties together. I loved it when she did this, and she would often do it to tell me that she loved me."Honey, I know you are. He was pulling the windrow rake, a crazy sort of rake that runs off to the side, behind the tractor, and straddles the windrow of hay. The tines of the rake kick the hay over into another windrow so it will dry from the dew.As soon as we had passed her dad, Ingrid slid over next to me in the truck seat.“Stop Jody,” she said, untying the knot underneath her titties.“WOW, Ingrid, they’re brown all over. You are so sexy ... can I touch you?”“I’ll be mad if you don’t,” she said and I twisted to. Her right hand was between my legs, her fingers moving up and down, side to side, round and round my clit; and my right hand was doing exactly the same to her. She would speed up her strokes, and I would speed up mine. She'd slow down, and I would take her cue immediately. The only things she couldn't seem to control were my moans, and she wasn't doing a very good job controlling her own, either.She suddenly whispered harshly: "Stop! Stop! Stop!" her lips still touching mine, her pleas were.