I scratched her with my fingers, not my nails. She unclamped her bra and I felt my penis growing erect.The back scratch slowly turned into a massage.... I picked up the bottle and squirted oil on Jacqui’s backside. My hands moved gently over her upper back. I moved my hands in a circular motion all over her back. She moaned with pleasure when I got to her waist. “Lower,” she told me. I kept going lower, lower, as low as I could go. She pulled the back of her panties down.“Massage my ass,. I answered it promptly, asked her who she was and why she had to get me out of bed so early in the morning. Of course I got no answer.However, I persisted! A few hours later I wrote again, saying that she was obviously very young, since elder people knew how to apologize.After that we had a long and very funny conversation over the next days and weeks, which her husband knew about. I’ll skip the details, she live about 70 miles away, was a newly-wed, just returned from her honeymoon, and we had. I wasn’t sure if it was friendly, like a wave, or a threatening one. I started to raise my hand to wave, but second-guessed myself and retracted it. I then nodded in his direction, then realized he may not see me, so I nodded again in an exaggerated motion. He said some more things to Morgan and she smiled like he told a joke, then he rolled up his window and off he went. Morgan cheerfully waved to me again and walked up to me, clearly sizing me up. “Dress shirt, huh?” she asked.My hands flew. I expected her to use the lotion on my legs, chest, or even cock. Imagine my surprise when she instead squirted the lotion onto her own chest. To understand the significance of this, you need to know that Jennifer thinks that masturbation and touching yourself is strange. She has never felt a desire to bring herself to orgasm (which I take as a compliment to my talents). Once, when I was going down on her, she tried tugging at her own nipples -- it did nothing for her but turned me on.