Penthouse used to publish books featuring a selection of the best letters they’d received over the years and we bought two of them when they caught ...y eye on a trip to the bookstore. I thought it would be fun to read them and masturbate together. I was right.We’d read them to each other, play with each other – his fingers have always been so damn good at making me cum – and have great orgasms. Somehow it never really clicked until much later that the stories he wanted me to read always involved. She noticed the same ateration in her feelings.We took hikes, we went swimming and bathed each other. We frolicked with the pups. It was nothing for a deer family to come down and drink from the shallows while all five of us were there. Bev would always go up to them and pet them. She didn't need to talk with them; they could communicate without words.We didn't run into any more mountain lions but we did come across a bobcat on one of our hikes and a bear on another. Both were friendly enough.. Don't you think you'd better look in on them?" Oh, shit" Gerta yawned. "Mommie's able to take care of herself." Fuck, Gerta," Rachel said. "You look tired. Why don't you go take a nap and I'll finish this poor boy's lunch?"Gerta stuck out her tongue at her cousin. "Fuck you! And this happens to be our breakfast."Rachel giggled. "At this hour?" Then she looked back at Frankie. "You must be some hell of a fuck!"Gerta grinned. "You can bet your fuckin' life on it, cuz." She set a plate of bacon. Shortly thereafter, the shotgun was heard to fire again, and then there was a series of shots from one or more pistols, Caleb couldn't tell how many from just the sound. He decided that this was something that needed looking into, so he quickly rode across the ford and along the road about a hundred yards.He came upon a man lying behind his dead horse and trying to line up a shot with his pistol at another man huddled in a ditch beside the road about 20 yards away. The man behind the horse.