We moved slowly down the rutted lane, past the bodies of the three men who had attacked us at sundown. She kept her eyes up, straight ahead, as I note... my handiwork, my very efficient killing, no wasted motions or powder.My tired horse had finally gone lame, and I was trudging along afoot when she stopped her light wagon and offered me a ride to the next village. She was carrying a load of small kegs, whisky I assumed from the smell. She was a big-boned, long-legged woman wearing dark, heavy. She turned around and straddled the bench and we kissed a few more times as I fondled her hairy pussy. "Stand up" I said. "These will have to go as well! Turn around bend forward at the waist and pull down your panties". She was uncertain as to what would happen next. Again without question she turned around bent over as best she could and pulled down her panties until they fell down around her ankles. "Turn around please and spread your legs". She did so exposing her unshaven pussy. "What else. Im not sure how she ever saw this in me because I had forgotten what this felt like but somehow through everything she had seen this in me and I couldnt have been happier. We watched the sunset together over the lake. It was incredibly beautiful and neither of us spoke as we watched the sun set as if it was plunging ever so slowly into the lake. We sat there quietly holding hands just taking in the beauty of it all. We didnt move till the sun was completely hidden from view. We then got up. “Me Too Baby. Hold on. Let me run to the bathroom”several minutes, a couple more yoga poses later. A series of pictures arrived. Rachael in her full school uniform kit.Blazer off. Three of the four blouse buttons open revealing her belly and cleavage. “Fuck wearing bras” was added to the side of the picBlouse off. She biting the side of her lip teasingly, while pulling a nipple.The last picture she obviously had help with. She was bent over. Skirt flipped up. Panties rolled part way down.