. and yes ... I turned around ... walked across the road and looked ... Ski jump ... yup ... big one ... with artificial snow and jumpers. And ... AND...... I was not very politely asked to move along.I stopped at the Top of the World where I learned that petrified fish could be found in the white streak in the mountain dead across Beartooth Lake. Some were very complete and others were body only.Sure I stopped ... the walk was too far.When I finally rented a room at the hotel ... I slept the. Tall, blue-eyed, with short, blonde hair that is neither straight nor curly, floral blouse tucked into bluejeans whose soft, faded blue denim accentuate. her broad, flaring hips, the twin roundnesses of her buttocks.A big farm girl, Daisy.And she has left home.Not run away, but simply left, her high school education completed, the farm a dusty expanse of whithered crops capped, near the highway, by a dilapidated cluster of barn, silo and house.There was no argument, was in fact no discussion.. It was fascinating to watch the steady stream of dirty movies cycle through. Movies that I would never dare rent, but they still had a fascination to me. There were ones with girls on girls, guys with guys, girls with guys, girls with many guys. There even were a couple with guys who had tits and bodies like girls. To my surprise, I was beginning to get very hot.Thinking that I needed to find out about sluttiness, I settled on one with a blond with fake boobs and a whole bunch of men. She was. ” Jack said, trying to salvage the opportunity. Lauren only managed to let out a long and drawn out sigh. She figured that worst case scenario someone would find out and just cheer them on; half the other guys here were fucking someone upstairs anyway. “Where is the bathroom…?” Lauren said, partially clinging to the sigh as she spoke. Jack pointed to a door near the entrance and Lauren hopped off him to move towards it. Thankfully there was no one in it, though it stank of beer and sex. “I.