He introduced himself as Mike. He was very pleasant and well mannered. Young around 27 and very good looking. I felt a little twinge in my crotch. I a...ked him if he was ready to get to work and he replied Yes maam. I told him to call me Jennifer. Well we got to work and for a couple of weeks he helped me with this big project. As we worked together I got to know more about Mike. He is always ready to help whenever things needed to get done. It was such a pleasure to have him around. After a few. I spread my legs apart and eased my hips forward. His fingers grazed the bottom of my pussy, stroking the soft, wet skin. I tangled my fingers in his unruly hair and pulled his face deeper into my chest. He sucked harder and his fingers probed away at the opening of my slit. He let go and I groaned in protest. He pulled the skirt off and I stood there, naked in front of him except for the boots. He let go of my nipple and looked up at me, his face wide with innocence and lust. ‘Am I doing it. Put my hands gently on that perfect body. She tensed. Every muscle on her trim back clearly defined as she took a deep breath. I reached around and cupped those heavy breasts in my hands, savouring them for a moment under my touch. I slipped my hands from them and ran my fingers over her hips. The touch of my fingers on her black garter and the nylon stockings was like electricity. My cock hardening even more- to the point where it was uncomfortable. I unzipped my trousers- freeing my. “Damn rights! You shot her, so you get to do whatever you want with the kill. That’s the way it works around here” he answered her. “Have you got a skinning knife with you, or would you like to use mine?” he inquired. Amy walked carefully to her horse and removed her skinning knife from one of the saddle bags. She kept her eye on the big cat every step of the way, unlocking the rifle’s safety in case the cat miraculously came back to life. Satisfied that it was really dead, she crouched over.