He began working on her feet, carefully rubbing each muscle and toe. Then he moved up her calf and to her thighs. He pulled her thighs apart for bet...er access to her leg muscles and her crotch was spread open. She could feel her cunt becoming moist. His hands inched their way up on her thighs, close to her pussy, and then withdrew, to continue down her thigh. She was becoming quite aroused and wished he would touch her pussy, just slightly at least. But she knew if he did, she would have. Jenny respects my endless pursuit of knowledge. Sometimes she calls me "The Encyclopedia of Useless Information," but if she ever needs to know something, I'm her go-to gal. One particular day, as I was sitting on the sofa reading the current issue of Popular Mechanics—yes, Popular Mechanics—she plopped down next to me with a disgruntled look on her face. "What's wrong?" I asked without the benefit of looking up. "I'm constipated," Jenny told me. "I haven't had a bowel movement in two days.. We returned after about an hour and we both needed a shower. Since there was only one bathroom in the cottage, I let her go first.She didn't close the door completely when she went in the bathroom and from where I was sitting, I could see in just a bit. She wasn't standing right in my view, unfortunately, but I did see her walk by wearing just her bra and panties. She was a hot little package and those purple panties looked so sexy on her butt.When she was done with the shower, she came out. Once inside the room, Iremoved my coat and it was time for the mandatoryphoto shoot. My husband took pictures of us both, thenNat took pictures in the hallway, lying on the bedwith my legs wide open, on my hand and knees exposingmy ass and wet cunt. There was a knock at the door,and Nat said, “Go answer the door, your party ishere.”I jumped off the bed and ran and opened the door.Seeing my outfit put a big smile on their faced. Thenentered the room and I knew soon I would be.