We kissed goodnight and then Jack told me to roll over on my stomach. I did and he proceeded to massage my back, from shoulders to heels. When he was ...inished, he lay on his back right next to me. I had just enough energy to crawl on top of him and bury my face in his chest. I felt his arms wrap around me just before I fell asleep.I felt rested when I woke up. I was on my back again and there were no covers on me. My legs were spread apart and I could feel Jack's hands on the tops of my thighs,. Her husband's boss – an obese matron with daddy issues – wears a flouncy square-dancing skirt and a white peasant blouse with the elastic bands clutching her upper arms like pythons. Co-workers wear various combinations of flannel and plaid-patterned cotton. Cowboy hats abound, as do fake horses, fake mustaches, and real alligator boots.Tamra floats through it all in a daze. She can still feel the stranger's hands on her body, his cock in her pussy. If she thinks about it, her pussy spasms a. ..but everybody calls me Mouse." he said extending his hand. "Nice to meet you Mouse, I'm Scott Morrison." I looked at the interior of the locker and cringed, even though Mouse was a short dollip of a guy that was still a hell of a squeeze."How in the world did you get in there Mouse?" I asked. "It was Erin and the Crew who did it, they're always stuffing me in things." "Aaron huh...guess I gotta watch out for him." I said. "Not Aaron, Erin she's one tough SOB!" he said. "A girl...really?" I. " Then you're old enough to know what to do with women who are in a horny mood" she whispered, running her hands down over his smooth young chest.She could feel the handsome young man's entire body trembling as she gently caressed the throbbing lump in the front of his cut-offs."Now do you know what I mean?" she giggled."I sure do," he grinned at her, knowing exactly what she had in mind as he pulled his cut-offs down. "I'm just the guy to take care of your problem."A feeling of self-assurance.