I made sure I got back home before Cheryl did, and when I saw her returning from her parade, I went to her house to collect my stuff. I had other plan... on my mind, though before I actually got my stuff and left. I knocked on the door and Cheryl answered it. She cheerfully offered for me to come in and she walked in front of me down to her bedroom. She was still wearing the entire cowgirl outfit she'd had on for the parade and I loved how sexy her tight ass looked in the short Western skirt. “Vern did say he was big in every way” I told her and the smile on her face stretched from ear to ear. I just hoped she could handle him. Then again, that was the point. She couldn’t handle him. He would handle her and she would love it.Again, the Saturday shopping trip was of little interest to her as she pondered what lie ahead. I prepared lunch while she sat in the lounge, her mind racing. After lunch she admitted she was tingling all over. “Please fuck me Trent” she moaned. How could I. We made it to the old camp and took down my tent. Bill recommended we take a shower before we go since we didn't know when we'll have a chance. I stepped under the water and washed my hair. I felt a hand touch my back, I jumped and spun around. It was Bill. "Easy kung Fu, I was just going to soap up your back". I told him I was sorry, he startled me. I agreed to his help and stepped out of the water. He ran the soap over my shoulders, back, down the back of my legs, then he reached around and. Fortunately, she had a bit of mercy on me.“I don’t think it matters. Steve - Stepa Rayevich,” she giggled, “seems to have made up his mind.”“Yes, is true,” Lyudmila frowned. “I had hoped seeing me again would change his mind. But you are beautiful, Kara Alanovna, so I am not surprised that he is only interested in you.”“Not just me, but Jessica, uhm what would it be, Steve?”“Jessica Troyovna,” I said.“Not just me, but Jessica Troyovna, too. You saw her at the wedding.”“Yes, of course, but not.