”“I get your drift, Frances. I agree. How do we go about it?”“Freda’s father is a lawyer. We can maybe get him to draft it out, for us to ca...t our eyes over. Freda thinks she can get her father to do that job. Fine with you?”“Certainly. I want my wives to be as protected as possible, as you know.”Prudence put in, “Is there anything else we have neglected to consider, folks?”Freda brought up a small point. “At weddings, it is customary to give a small gift to the officiant, in thanks for his. That afternoon she started to prepare dinner for herself and later on she asked Jim if he would like to eat. He said "No mam you don't need to bother, I'm just doing my job, you don't have to feed me too, besides you've been too kind already." Amy said "Its no bother there is enough for two it will just got to waste." Jim agreed to eat there with her. Amy set the table outside while he continued to paint the house. When dinner was ready he mad sure to keep his shirt off so she could get a good. She was striking on her gray, seventeen hand tall thoroughbred trail horse, Sampson. She made sure Phil, the photographer, got an unobstructed view of her butt, encased in skin-tight Wranglers, as she dismounted. Paul collected up the pack horses after Iipe and I unloaded them. He unsaddled Sampson and put the gear in the tent where we kept the tack to keep porcupines and chipmunks from chewing it.Karen put up her own tent and put her saddlebags and bedroll inside. She ducked into the tent and. The sun shined down on my back and I enjoyed the feel of the wind touching me in places normally hidden. I climbed naked into the back and sat down on Alex's lap, a thigh alongside each side. I could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants. My pussy leaked more juice and I ground myself onto his bulge. "Oh Alex, that feels so good. May I kiss you just a little while?" I said softly, afraid he would say no. I know that a 21 wants to fuck almost immediately. He nodded slightly, seeming.