"Well I only came to read your electric meter" I said, "so if you could show me the meter, I will do my reading and be gone" She frowned and then beck...ned with her finger "this way", I smiled weakly, stood up and followed . . . I followed her out of the room and turned right into the long wide hallway . . . struggling not to look at her firm buttocks slowly rolling from side to side, I firmly fixed my eyes on her legs, below the knees to be safe . . .When did she put those soft black leather. As I made my way along the sidewalk, there was a group of men standing outside of Harveys Barbers just shooting the breeze and laughing amongst themselves. Two of them I recognized from town meetings as tenant farmers with the other two being townsfolk about the same age as myself.They all turned as I approached and tapped the brim of my hat. "Gents," I nodded."Cassidy," replied the oldest. A tall, thin wiry guy called Mitch Jones who worked the soil due South of here to support himself, his. Unexpectedly the guy reached out and put his hands on my shoulders. I had never seen strippers before, but I thought they weren’t allowed to touch or be touched. Here was this guy touching me though. Then his hands started to slide down my arms, moving slowly down from my shoulders. His hands were warm, his touch felt electric, and I felt myself blush more than I thought I could. When his hands were even with my chest he brushed his fingers across my breasts, his fingertips running right. She hurried off in the direction of the house.She wanted to tell them but she didn't think they'd understand, or that they would laugh at her and so she vowed to keep quiet about her recent affairs.She went into the kitchen. Swede was standing at the sink washing his hands and Spence was just sitting down at the table and he gave her his usual leer. Connie was getting the plates."Where have you been?" Connie asked."Out walking," Mary lied."Walking with who?" teased Swede.They all laughed but it.