Get up and stroke her ass while she stretches...

You cannot resist and rise slowly to your feet. mrs. Shandi remains bent over in her stretch as you step softly to her. Without hesitation you reach out and softly run your fingers down the large swell of her robe covered buttocks.

A small gasp comes from her lowered head, muffled in her robes and Mrs. Shandi stiffens. You run your fingers lightly back up the hillsides if her ass, feeling their warmth through the thin fabric. She says something to you but her voice is muffled again by the the robes against her face. You wonder briefly if she wants you to stop, but quickly rationalise that she hasn't told you to stop yet.....well, not that you could hear anyway.

You are getting hotter and harder as you stroke down again, this time pressing your fingers against her ass a little more, feeling the soft resistance of her fleshy buttocks against your touch. Still she stays there, folded at the waist, ass in the air, head buried in the robe between her knees. She is stock still, mumbling some short words into her clothes again.

Getting bolder you spread your finger across each buttock and press your palms against her **** ass. Squeezing softly and rubbing slowly up and down you can feel that her ass is warm and full under her robed dress. As you begin to rub broad circles around each round cheek you feel her stir underneath you. Mrs. Shandi rises up slowly, but her ass cheeks stay in your roving grasp.

She stands straight up now, with her back to you and her robe creased and crumpled around your hands as they hold each of her full ass cheeks. You hesitate and think for a moment now....