"Go ahead. touch 'em. They won't bite." Tentatively, I reached out cupping one, letting my fingers trace around her nipple. She moaned softly. I stopp...d. "Don't stop. That feels real nice." I continued to explore, using both hands now, my fingers dancing all over her areolas. "I have to admit, I was really worried that y'all would slap my hands away and be on the next bus out of town." I'll admit, it did take me by surprise, but it felt kind of nice." I said as I removed both hands from her. These sexy white panties covered a little less than half of her perfect round butt cheeks with about two inches of laced material wrapping around to the front. She stepped out of her churidar bottom and again admired her sexy 43-year-old body as she stood in front of the mirror. Looking in the mirror to see her front, I admired her dark nipples and then I saw her black pussy hair through the thin material of her sheer white panties. God, this is a rare chance to see a son his own mom’s heaven. She knew that her actions probably looked pretty slutty at first glance, but she was just trying to reward Phil for being a good boss, and he had looked so cute filling her mouth with his yummy cum! It had nothing to do with the bimbo potion, especially since he hadn't even cum in her pussy, which was still awash with pheromones and ready for action. Still, it wouldn't do for anyone else to hear about what she had done, so all she wanted now was to avoid attention for the rest of the day.Her. I could have shot his ass and claimed that I thought he was raping my wife.Even though I prevailed in court, everyone in town knew what had happened and I caught them whispering and snickering behind my back when they thought I wasn’t watching them. That’s one bad thing about living in a small town; it eliminates any chance of anonymity.“Do you just want to move away, or do you want to get out of farming altogether?” Carl asked, worried.“I just want to get away, but there is no way that I’ll be.