With a quick intake of breath, she closed her eyes momentarily as she felt his strong, warm hands softly brush against her naked bottom. It had been s... long since she'd felt the touch of a man's hands on her body; let alone those of such as her winsome young boy. She turned again to face him directly; meeting his eyes with her own while running her fingers through her wet hair under the shower. Affording him a purposeful and prolonged view of her matronly yet voluptuous figure, she took. Her name was Auburna and he told her of his wish, to the disappointment of her two older sisters who were less attractive and quite eager to mate with any man who would have them. She led him to the barn, knowing what he wished. Once in a private place, she surprised him greatly.Ordinarily the woman would lie back and raise their skirt. At that time undergarments were often not worn, especially by lower-class people. For many people, acess to pussy was expedited by this during the daytime when. "Lore has told me much about you...she says she couldn't keep her business going without your help," she said, following with, "she really loves having you living with her." I mumbled something in reply, but was fixed on looking at her face and her breasts. I noticed the smooth white bra she had on through the fabric of her tank top, and how it complemented her cleavage. "May I ask your ethnic background, Helen?", I asked. "I'm Amer-Asian...Dad is American and Mom is Indonesian." I told her her. " Get your clothes off and get up on the bed. Ooooohhh, you have such lovely large breasts for such a tiny woman. Oh, excuse me, but I'm going to have to give you some attention there before anything else happens..."And like that, Margo was out of her clothes, under me, loving my swinging boobs just the way I liked.Margo was true to her word. She loved me, well, all over my body, anyway. She was a short woman, dark hair, dark eyes, a ton of pussy hair (which I love, of course) Eyebrows (brow?).