‘It’s good to see you again,’ I whispered. She answered by squirming against me. We moved slowly in time to the music. ‘Doesn’t this remind...you of something?’ she murmured into my neck. ‘Sure does. Look over my shoulder when we turn.’ I slowly turned so my back was to Bette and Jeff. I felt Sandy stiffen. ‘My God!’ I swung back to take another look myself. Jeff, was a husky young fellow. He had to be. Bette, her dress bunched up around her waist, was riding him, her arms around his neck, her. “It’s harvest time after all and time for the quarterly delivery of cattle to the forts so it’s hectic no matter where you look on the Estancia. Then, of course, there’s canning, this year’s warrior test, and preparing for the harvest festival. No, mi Pablo, it’s going to be another two or three months before things calm down.”She was right and it was October before things began to calm down on the Estancia. We’d had four days of rest and relaxation after the harvest festival when the calm was. " "Right away, Sir." I pulled down the zipper on the back of my skirt while he unbuttoned my blouse. He stroked my tits through the black bra and squeezed them hard as my skirt fell to the ground. He pulled my body closer and my pussy was resting on his thigh while he pinched my nipples. I couldn't help but grind a bit on him - an action that almost brought me to orgasm. My boss held me off though and instead let his finger slide down my stomach and find it's way down my underwear where it. I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope.The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it.After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me.I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could.