Her dirty blond hair could’ve used a good brushing and her dress was thread-worn and tattered, with patches on patches. Despite it all she was attra...tive. Fixed up, she’d be beautiful.“What happened to your foot?” she asked.“I fell off a wall and broke some bones in my heel. It’s getting better, but I’ve been walking for a couple of hours.”“What are you doing out here?”“Actually, I was traveling from Willow Wood to Proctorville to look at some horses a man has for sale. Rather than taking the. Now at last I had an opportunity to get my own back – Prove it I said I dare you. I think I had chosen the wrong person to dare, I could she that steely glint in her eye. I am not sure if it was the wine or just that Michelle like a challenge but no sooner that I had said that she had pulled down her panties and handed them to me – Swap she said and lets see who looks the best. I stood there in stunned silence, we were standing in the middle of her patio, in the early evening half light, me now. " I don't judge on style. Enthusiasm counts for a whole lot more." I've got a hell of a lot of that."I reached for him, guiding him inside.He filled me completely. I had to stretch to take all of him and I was more than willing for that to happen.He pushed in again, then groaned. "I have to do this. I'll go slow next time."I smiled. I knew. "Go for it."He grabbed my hips and pumped into me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride, the steady rhythm of how he moved in and out of me. My body began. This massage was turning me on, as well as relaxing me. That's when I noticed something. “Where's your clothes, Baby?" Laughing with passion in your eyes, you answered, "Well, I don't know about you, but I cannot give you a massage with my clothes on." Uh-uh, with a sexy alternative idea I bet." Why not? Are you up to adding little sexy tidbits to your massage?"I rolled my eyes. "Continue my massage. I love your hands, they make me feel better." In my head I was saying, 'Outside in.' As usual,.