I was beginning to feel verychilled as she continued to work on me with her magic fingers. I felt Paomove slightly and I realised that there was somet...ing different about hermassage when I suddenly understood she was using her feet on my back; ifanything that felt even better than her hands.It was relaxing, sensuous and stimulating; she leaned forwards to lieflat out on my back and I could feel her breasts pushing against my backand her cock rubbing up and down my crack. She moved rhythmically. When I brought our stuff back to her desk, she said, "Metarie already told me I'm too old for you. I told her that I agreed, but I sure would like to lose a couple of years for a night or two."I laughed with her but kissed her on the forehead before heading to the back to see if Howard was in yet. He wasn't, but a half dozen other Marshals were. They all greeted me and called me the fair-haired boy for getting the Mustang as a loaner. I told them that it was part of my cover and I was inundated. Now, let’s get cleaned up so we can help finish the inside chores and last meal set up.”The two boys washed at a nearby trough that had been set up for this purpose outside the corrals to keep the animals out of it. When they went in, Lorna looked at them and frowned, “Both of you, go change, I won’t be having walking hay bales at my table.” She turned without another word and went back to preparing the dough for a fresh bake of bread in the morning. They both left and didn’t see her glance. Their chief targets are boobs and bottoms. Bottom-pinchers are of a class of their own. They stand with innocent looking faces and, taking advantage of the crowd and the jostle, they move their hands like the tentacles of an octopus. In their hearts, they wish that they had eight arms, because bottoms are available in scores. Yes, their are women who love to be pinched. After spending their nights with work-exhausted husbands, they get the thrill of their lives when some alien hands explore.