Probably forty men and several wagons. We'll need at least six boats for that many," he assured us. Seamus and I continued to look at each other for a...short time before I turned to speak to the General again."And what would it be worth if we could get you there much more quickly, and with fewer people needed to accompany us?" I asked."Could you do that, the same way that you took us to the Red River Gorge yesterday?" he asked in amazement."I believe that we could do a part of the trip that way.. I smiled at your command and went immediately back to bed... Since my earliest days, I have had the ability to place myself where I wish to be. If I were ill, I would close me eyes and imagine more pleasant sensations, like lying on the beach and listening to the waves crash on the shore. When my husband was suffering with the worst of his cancer and even the morphine wasn't helping much, I would take him on a mental journey with me to our cabin retreat. I would help him to hear the water. But Trey’s was slightly bigger and thicker, so I was captivated with it every time I saw it. Inevitably he’d eventually get hard as I fondled him, and then I’d give him a blowjob, or we’d have a quick fuck by the pool, in the kitchen, or on the sofa…..wherever we happened to be when he got his boner.As mentioned in a previous story, I had also been fucking Carl, who was Brett’s and Trey’s father, whenever we found ourselves in close proximity and circumstances allowed, but neither son knew. Then Kiera walked in and I almost blew a load in my pants. She was wearing a red lacy bra with nothing else on but a tiny thong that gave me a perfect view of her cunt. I tried to keep my cock soft because she was my sister and I knew I shouldn’t be getting hard. It was too late, though, as my cock burst into a steel rod leaving a noticeable bulge down the side of my jeans. My sister swung her hips as she walked right over to me and my dick got harder than I thought possible. “So, what.