I wasn't concerned as I kept my place clean and my erotic lingerie collection was well hidden. I took a good hot shower and then clad in a pair of cut...off sweatpants I headed to the living room with a bottle of massage oil.She had me lay on the floor face down and squirted the oil between her palms. Then with her talented fingers now slick with oil she began to rub my aching shoulders, arm and back. She knew her stuff as I could feel my muscles begin to relax under her attention."This is not. Perfect deal. however, sophomore year she changes her major to female studies and becomes a pretty hardcore feminist. now i have absolutely nothing wrong with women nor the study of them i just have a problem with feminists who are always screaming about things that don't really matter that much. but i knew i had to feign interest in her cause or else i would lose fucking privileges. i even took it a step further and sided with her on some big issues so she would act a little extra wild. but. 'Instead, she asked, "You need any help in there?" mockingly waving her hand in front of her nose to dissipate the odor of his board-shaking release."Nope," he told her.At his answer, she pivoted around, leaving the outhouse door to slam shut behind her, allowing him his privacy and some protection from the fresh gust of wind that just whipped through. Also, she was standing in the weak morning sunlight now, grateful for what heat she could feel from it."You helped me enough the last time you. He took off his suit coat and tie and sat down. I continued to watch them and I freely confess that now I’m definitely spying. They quickly began to make it worth my while.After exchanging a few brief words the guy pulled Mrs. Hanson into his lap and started kissing her again. While they kissed he ran one of his large hands over her body, concentrating most of his attention on her perfect tits. I know they’re perfect because he had her little bikini top off in no time at all.I took about fifty.