"Ireland," he told me. "And it weighs over eighty pounds." That would explain it," I told him and signed for the package and paid him the money. My wi...es were out on the porch by then to see what it was. We used his hand-truck to get the package up on the porch and to the front door."The gate will close behind you," I told him after we slid the package off his hand-truck and onto the porch by the door."Appreciate it," he told me and returned to his truck."What is it?" Katie asked, excited. I. He slid over and said don't move. He went down the hall, and came back shortly with a jar. He sat down and said to lay across his lap. Puzzled I slid over and laid down on him. He opened the jar, using his other hand, spread my cheeks open. He put a finger from his free hand in the jar, and came up with a glob of clear looking grease. He rubbed it on my butt hole and pushed a finger in me. It felt funny at first but when he moved his finger in and out a few times, it began to feel good. He. I don't usually haul ass like this in public because when I see people do it they look silly to me, hence if I do it I'm gonna feel silly. But due to the bus just now arriving at the stop, I had to relinquish my ego for a couple seconds. The bus stops, the doors open, a lady gets out, and as soon as her foot touches the sidewalk I turn my body sideways to squeeze in between her and the door just so I can make it in. I hold on to a bar for balance just in case the driver decides to take off. We sat together outside and she was barefoot now and had her legs up on the picnic table. They were beautiful, just sitting there and she kinda rubbed one and said she thought she had a piece of glass or something stuck in the bottom of her foot. I asked where and she rubbed a spot right in the arch.She pulled her leg back almost up to her face and said she couldn’t see anything and then, surprisingly, she asked if I could look at it. I stammered out an ok and took her foot and with both hands,.