She watched His house, until she finally caught a glimpse of Him entering the room. He had indeed looked up and saw her. She smiled her sweetest smi...e and waved to Him. “Dear heart we are gonna have us some fun.” She whispered to herself as she walked back to her couch that was directly in front of the window. Her hips swayed side to side and as she turned around to face the window she began to undo the sash of her favorite green robe. Smiling teasingly at her neighbor as she saw His mouth. My fingers gently slide up your leg as my mouth follows kissing your inner thigh. My fingers stroke the top of your knickers, the tips of my fingers guiding just under the elastic. My mouth moves up to the top of your inner thigh, my breath warms and cools your moistening pussy, as I see the white knickers becoming see through due to the moisture of your pussy. My fingers glide over your pussy making you groan loudly, I move to kiss your hip as I gently circle your groin with my fingers lifting. She walked behind him into her section of the stable. As he bent over to pick up the first hay bale , her eyes followed as his butt flexed and the muscles rippled in his back as he picked it up as though it weighed nothing , as he turned she put a hand on his bulging bicep , and said," can you put it outside sweety?"As he walked past carrying the bale she could smell the pheromones in his clean sweat and it made her crazy with lust. As he returned for the next bale he could see a different look. "That's almost an M-16," she said. She looked at me. "Can I?" Sure. It's not..." Before I could finish telling her it wasn't loaded, she had the bolt back, checking the chamber. Okay, now THAT is different. The rifle went to her shoulder almost naturally, too, and I noted a finger held well away from the trigger."Heavier than I remember," she said."Match conditioned. Heavy barrel. Weight in the buttstock for stability." Can I dry-fire it?" Sure." After all, I'd watched her clear it. I watched.