He paused for a moment, almost overawed with the knowledge that he'd been in total control of the monstrous piece of equipment.James made his way to t...e front of the tractor, checking the ground under the tractor, and the engine itself for any sign of unusual leaks of oil or coolant as his father had taught him to do. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary with the nearly spotless engine, he peered up at the fan belts. Sure enough, the two belts that drove the air conditioning compressor were. I adjust my skirt and stockings as I stand up tall admiring myself in the mirror. I tussle my hair giving it a sexy windblown look, and wink at myself in the mirror.**************He looks at me with surprise as I walk into the room. I can tell from the look in his eyes, that he is instantly aroused. I strut over to him, taking long strides, to be sure my skirt sways letting him get a peek. His eyes get big and dreamy as he realizes I have no underwear on. He growls at me, and pats the sofa. He’s around five-foot-nine, stocky and muscular, with light brown skin and curly Black hair. Being five-foot-nine in a family where the shortest person was five-eleven had to be tough for him. I sympathize with my son, I do. However, he does have his faults. I hate to say it but he’s got the fabled short man’s complex. Yeah, Napoleon Complex is what they call it. While Roger is friendly and easygoing, Jensen is loud, wild and kind of combative and antagonistic. He must always get his way, or. It revaled to me a black laced panty. She then came and sat on my lap, facing me, and reached in to kiss me. Theoritically i knew what had to be done but i let her take the lead for some time. We touched our lips together. Her lips were quite soft. I wanted to french kiss but she was only touching my lips. So i brought her in closer looked into her eyes and frenched kissed her. She tried to resist but then began to enjoy it. Our tongues were playing with each other and she had lovely breath..