Amy had been teasing me all the way home as I drove. Now it was Santa’s turn to tease and please. Amy’s body was tight and compact. She worked out...every day at one of her fitness salons. She had a small chain of fitness salons in the Silicon Valley that not only did fitness but full body treatments nails, hair and skin. She had short blond hair, perfect breasts, a thin waist and wide hips. As I grabbed her, my hand squeezed her breast and the nipple popped out hard and erect. A small moan. I mean that too” and with that he sucked and kissed the life out of her ass cheeks. “Mmmmmm do you have any idea how incredibly sexy your ass cheeks really are?” “No David, I don’t” she said. He told her they were and with that he rolled her over. He went at her tits, slowly, and intimately and made love to both. He turned her on so much that nothing, at that point and time, was necessary, and so after spending time making love to both boobs they went at one another, almost. However, he felt he. He turned it to a setting that made me abandon the line and find a seat as far in the corner as I could manage. Maybe he would have turned it off if there had been more people, but the relatively private corner I'd found was a mixed blessing. He didn't turn it off when he came to the table to wait for our order, just changed it to a low random pulse that left me feeling wet and jumpy. He didn't turn it off when he came back with our drinks, just changed it to a constant medium pulse that kept. She looked around. “Where?”“Stock tank,” he said. “I’ll get the windmill going and pump us a bathtub full.”It was then she saw the big gray metal tank, maybe eight feet across and two or three feet high. It was half in, and half out of the corral, and cows were already standing by it, their noses poked inside, looking for the water that wasn’t in it yet. They complained when they found it dry. Bob went to the base of the windmill and pulled a big lever. With a screech of dry metal, the head of.