“Ok Ian, your bank transfer has come through this morning, old Burt wanted to do the handover out at the ranch so you could satisfy yourself everything is still as it was when you inspected last month”, “sounds good” I replied, “I reckoned old Burt was old school decent so I don’t expect there will be anything out of place” as we left the office and climbed into her truck. D had saved them from falling but assuring her it wasn’t my fault.. It seems that although my hands, being rough and calloused from work, provided plenty of grip on the slippery material of her tee, the flawless soft skin of her young body did not, thus my hands continued upwards taking her tee with them, with outstanding clarity my mind registered the feel of my fingertips brushing past the edge of her tiny breasts as they slid upwards past them, as did the bottom of her tee a second later… on reflex I released a hand and grabbed downwards to stop her downward direction, unfortunately, or not, that hand achieved its purpose in arresting her fall by cupping her sweet little cunt… my middle finger forcing the cloth of her skirt into her slit, acting on reflex I slid the other hand lower to balance her and felt another electric shock
