" the 37 year old blonde quickly agreed. "I wanted you to come along and have a chance to unwind. Get a little crazy. Have some fun for a change." I h...ve fun." said the 34 year brunette."Sitting at home night after night making up new lesson plans isn't what I'm talking about." Arlene said in a corrective tone. "That's why I wanted to get you away from all that." Well that you certainly did." Jeanette finally agreed.It was something of an understatement. Actually, the small dinner table they. He looked at me all hot and sweaty, my hard nipples poking through my soaked tight t shirt, smiling at him.Uh okay I have never had a massage he replied.We went in to the rumpus room we he set up the massage table under my instructions. I found my little box of tricks , my oils , and turned the air con on to keep the room warm.I told him to strip put the towel over his bum once he was face down on the bed. I would be back in five minutes. He stripped off his clothes dumping them in a pile ,. I snuggle my way deeper into his hold, my ass pressing into his dick. Before sleep can find me again, though, I feel like I’m forgetting something. I look at my alarm clock and curse under my breath. I somehow manage to turn under Ethan’s arm to where I’m facing him. He looks so peaceful and images of last night flicker in my vision. He seems like someone more innocent than the man who sexually teased me last night. And yet, so much the same. I smile at the prospect of such a thing. This. I also asked him to talk with Kent the blacksmith (Margaret’s father) about making several new iron-tipped plows. If necessary, he should send messengers to towns within a two-day ride and see if we could purchase more iron-tipped plows or have them made. I wanted twenty more plows by spring, complete with harnesses and yokes to be pulled by teams of horses or oxen. I also wanted four heavy sleds as soon as possible for carrying rocks through the mud, and four heavy wagons for carrying rocks.