Marsha was uncomfortable with how self assured Trent was. She chided herself for doubting Randy. Yes, he had a thing for young girls, but he wasn't ob...essed -- was he? She decided to stick in a last minute addendum to the wager.When Randy arrived the three sat down to dinner and the conversation was at first mundane. Randy talked about work and how the shop foreman was an idiot who cost them several hours of downtime on the number one milling machine. Marsha told of receiving a phone call from. She grabbed up the water bucket and filled it from the pool of spring water. Dipping her handkerchief into the cool, clear water and rinsing it clean, she puzzled over other things. As she drifted through the past few days of her trying existence, she had noticed odd occurrences. Little gaps of time, for one. She'd be stirring beans for dinner, or lying under Patrick's weight, and next she knew she was somewhere else, busy at some other chore with no recollection of going from one to the other.. But she was resisting a little. I was trying to place her foot on my pants but she was pulling her foot back. She was holding the wall with right hand and holding my shoulder with left hand when I was at crouched position.-What are you doing ! don't do that !-With your foot ! only touch and caress it with foot ! It won't take long !She wanted to finish that as soon as possible. She gave up resisting and asked;-how , like this?And she slowly placed her left foot on my pants and began to rub my. It was a hot summer day . She answered the door in a bikini. I had on shorts and a T-shirt. We didn’t waste any time on chit-chat. I kissed her full on the lips. I took off my shirt, held her close, and kissed her again. Oh, those tits felt good against my chest. She invited me to sit down. She put on some seductive music. I don’t know who, but it was romantic, possibly middle-eastern. She started doing a strip tease for me. The bikini top went off first. She then straddled me. Now those.