I lay there motionless, pretending to sleep, and savouring the feel of her young body pressed against mine, her leg resting on my thigh, and the heat ...manating from her silken bush.She had her hand resting on my belly, and was moving it ever so slowly, carefully down towards my crotch, pausing now and then as if not to wake me....My cock had already made up it's mind though, and was pumping up to a full erection, and by the time she reached my shaven pubic hair, it had risen to meet her tiny. My thoughts about her zipper treatment is fresh in my mind and after her comments I plan to take her for a ride to her unexplored territory, sooner I snap out of my thoughts I turn to observe her standing on the tape X eyes closed ready to continue her session. I ask her if she did one and two and she confirms so I know she will be good and not make a mess, I take her to the middle of the room and elevate her arms and pinch her receiving a soft grunt. Squeals begin as I apply a violet wand. “I don’t go out to upmarket nightclubs every night! It is business wear, I was at the office until quite late this evening.” The unknown stranger murmured, “I’m sure that just about anything would look good on you, and besides it’s what lies underneath that I’m more interested in right now!” With a nervous laugh, Caitlin remarked, “Well, in at least one way you are like my ex-husband! Come to think of it, I think most men are like that!” The stranger laughed lowly in response. “I can’t deny. Been looking for somebody 'bout your size if y'got the time." Her smile would have convinced me to take on the Cyclops.I followed her down a side hill, leading my horse, watching her hips swing, and we introduced ourselves. She was Helen, Mrs. R--. originally from the hills of Virginia, whose absent husband had been in Gates' no-longer-existent army. She had no idea where he was or whether or not he still lived."He was a good man," she said proudly, "not jus' a gentleman farmer. He worked this.