Brian came up behind me and told me I was getting the guys excited and might want to think about what I was doing. I told him that I knew full well wh...t I was doing and that he could enjoy the show if he liked. As he walked away, I sank another shot. With the next one, I asked Matt if he would help me line it up. He stood in front of me to show me where to hit the ball and I gave him a good look at my tits, while stretching a bit too much to make my skirt ride up further. Ed came up behind me. If it wasn’t for the cement and telephone poles, the Silvy River would wash it out or rot it every winter, but I’ll tell Ted that you liked the idea of it. There’s a cement porch on the other side of the cabin. You take the picnic basket and I’ll get my fishing equipment. We’ll meet at the cement porch and eat." She slid out of my pickup and reached into its bed for the picnic basket. "I do like the log cabin and I do understand the need for the cement and telephone poles, but the wilderness. She stops in the foyer, though, doffing her coat and hanging it on a hook. She lets her long, dark hair down, running her fingers through it to remove any tangles. She unbuttons most of the buttons on her blouse-she leaves a few in place, for show, but it will look better later if she only pretends to undo them while she dances. It’s easier to make the movement look effortless if you’re only pretending. She slips off her shoes and walks through the foyer, down the hall to the music room. The. As her young body was feeling so good in my hands my cock was hard as could be inside my jeans and I know she could feel it on her ass. As my hands moved to her lower back, I moved down to start rubbing her ass and thighs. After a few moves under her panties and no argument from her I slid her panties down and off her legs. She never said a word as my hands worked her body over including teasing close to her pussy as she spread her legs. I then broke the silence by telling her how hot she.